The Vague Muse

so forlorn and lonely she stares

from darkness into the light of day

saying a little prayer

that she might find her way

   

     she was a dark muse

  

a caustic wind blew into

her life and filled her 

soul with gloom 

she felt doom and oh

so sad for once she had. 

       been a glad muse

the time draws nigh

as she wonders why

there 's no melodies

nor birds that sing her song

      

       she; the crying  muse

just vacant sounds

it's seems all wrong

empty and devoid of glee

yet she moves along

not knowing where

 she may belong

for tomorrow there's 

a new day to be

 

      she is the vague muse

           

     

            

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We will have many kind of muses. We need people to awake our minds and our soul. We can play muse, maybe siren? I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the strong ending dear Fran. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Fran Marie]

Thanks dear John
for your kind words
yes; we do need
others for sure

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Fran and you are welcome.

[Betty Hermelee]

She's a muse of all moods....lost somewhere, trying to find some gladness in her life, which she once had, but a caustic wind sucked all the breath out of her.....ans she can't figure out why the birds aren't singing, so tears come to her eyes... it's just too quiet; .the one she has is hope and a new day. A lovely write Fran...
Best, B

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Betty for this
lovely review..and yes
it tends to be too quiet
at times indeed...🌷

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Fran😊

[John the Baptist]

Muses fluctuate according to emotion. This work catalogues several varieties, ending with the vague muse, which may indicate uncertainty. On the other hand, this muse still has hope, which is always a good sign.

[Fran Marie]

yes there's always
hope to hold onto
thanks so very much;

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It is too quiet in here right now...not a chirp, not an idea, our creative feathers ruffled.

love this one, excellent metaphor.
j.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks dear Jacob
for your kind words
we should always strive
find the creative thoughts
to keep the ink flowing

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I am drawn to the dark muse. I adore an optimistic glad muse. Try to comfort a crying muse. But often write for the vague muse. In the end I find it difficult loving them all equally, but I do try. Thank you, Fran, for this lovely poem. I wish I could say I had a single muse but if I did she would be manic like me.

[Fran Marie]

thanks Carlos so
very much, yeah
we never know
which muse will
show up out of
the nine ..now
a days ; a few more
I have a manic muse
also lol
I appreciate your words