When Muses Die

We buried a muse the other day

For a poet laid down his quill

He said he'd never write again

For he simply refused to feel

Muses came from miles around

To tell their friend goodbye

Inspiration was everywhere

You should have heard them cry

They buried her in a special place

Up on Inspiration Hill

Paper flowers covered her grave

Her tombstone, the poet's quill

No one knows where muses go

When poets refuse to write

Maybe they simply disappear

Or maybe follow the light

The next time you get your writer's block

And you're feeling empty inside

Your inspiration has gone to a funeral

For another muse has died

Reviews

[~Lizzy♬]

Oh wow! I am left speechless and don't know how to explain this poem. Beautiful and magnificent. :)

~Lizzy~

[Dean Kuch®]

This spoke volumes! Nora Ephron is smiling down from her lofty perch on high...

[Jesse Jacques]

wwoow....i don't know what else to say except wow.

[TPK Stories]

It seems we all get that moment of writer's block...good write....

[Balance]

"Muses came from miles around
To tell their friend goodbye
Inspiration was everywhere
You should have heard them cry"

this is my favorite part because i always thought about the "muse" as individual so the is a great perspective!

[Leslie Philibert]

Good rhymes, written with care and thought, good one.

[CHRIS ANDES]

you've curved the emotions deeply =]

[The XYZ Writer]

I love this new personification and eccentric-ness of this piece. Your imagination is quite something. Keep writing. :)

~Sumayya

[外人 (Gaiji..]

Wow that looks like you've just written a new myth ! Great imagination, very original and enjoyable. I really loved reading it. Keep writing these kind of poems, they're beautiful ! Just a little correction: Muses were actually always females, they were the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne (the goddesses of memory).
Great job, definitely going to my favourites ... and get ready for my friend request ;)

[Emerald Seas]

Thoroughly enjoyed this write! Well done!