No Muse

This poem is about the times when you feel you have absolutely nothing to write about.

I look at the sheet

White as a swan without a single crease

With illuminating eyes,

It stares right at me

Waiting eagerly to be smeared with words

Deep, silly, heavy, sad, soft, strong, harsh words

But when I pick

When I pick up the pen

I find no words to write

 No emotions to pour

No feelings to express

No thoughts to clear;

So I look for a muse,

Here and there

I search, I find, I let it pass,

And again “where do I start” I ask;

All I’m left with is an empty me

With an empty mind

Holding a pen

Don’t know until when

Looking at the empty sheet

Where now blinks the word ‘defeat’.

 

 

 

Author's Note

comments and criticisms are welcomed and appreciated.