My Muse Is Silent

A Poem by redzone

...she stole my tongue, but it's her that I miss..

MY MUSE IS SILENT

--“Can’t you see you are blowin’ my mind
Can’t you see these tears I’m cryin’
I can’t get next to you
Can’t get next to you.”
**Annie Lennox version of an old Temptations song
found on her Medusa Album
~~~~~

Outside this room monsters await
an weave darkness from sun light
knitting once apricot tasting words
into the silence that echoes after a scream.
If only I could turn back the hands of time
see you frolic on a field of rhyme
haikuing me down into your eyes of poetry.
But now, language has left me
keeping its secrets from my tongue
shifting the world away from the sun.
~~~~~
I used to turn a gray sky blue
make it rain just to see the smile in you.
I enjoyed the slight turn of head
when sonnets entered you in bright red
and you licked your lips
swayed your hips
ate, devoured, laughed at every last one.
But now, I can’t get next to you
as you sit empty
staring past me like I wasn’t there.
~~~~~
Outside this room monsters await
slowly eating the words from my tongue
stealing the poetry from my mind.
Soon I will join you
sitting, staring, never leaving this room
practicing this echoing silence.
Cause I can no longer make any sense
of the shifting world outside
and the emptiness of your words.

~~redzone 7.30.04~~

© 2014 redzone

Author's Note

thanks for reading
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FateDictates

the world stops for awhile when you read this, it commands, demands and gets every piece of absolute attention it deserves. wow..curtsy bow to you..

Posted 8 Years Ago

Frieda P

Love this to pieces curt, always liked that song, you did it one better!

into the silence that echoes after a scream.
If only I could turn back the hands of time
see you frolic on a field of rhyme

Oh my....stunning, hit's you right in the screaming eye.

Posted 10 Years Ago

redflutterby

Wow....this rocks Curt!! Of course it also perfectly depicts what writers block is and does. When the muse leaves us we are left bereft. No words...no expressing...just nothing. Its like part of you is gone. Sigh... ive been there many times. ;-)