As I sat and pondered the prompt for this week’s dVerse Poetics, absolutely nothing came to me. My care-giving responsibilities seem to have alienated my muse who I have neglected for want of time. And so, without her help, I crafted this rather pathetic poetic request:
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A Petition to a Not-So-Long-Lost Friend
I didn’t notice when you left.
You stole away one night.
My spirit, now is so bereft
without your gentle light.
I’ve sought within, without, above,
below—just all around.
No words you left for me, my love—
no feelings, thoughts or sounds.
My days are full. Yes, blessed are they.
But still I miss you, too.
If you’ll return to me, and stay,
I’ll make more time for you.
My fickle muse, come back to me.
Inspire my words once more.
I’ll listen closely, you will see—
write poetry galore.
The doors to the Pub open at 3:00 PM EDT–please join in with your own poem and enjoy the work of others. The prompt is to write a poetic letter to whomever, whatever you choose.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
The poem you write when you can’t write a poem! I think it’s kinda cute. 🙂
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Oh, we’re sort of on the same wave length! Sort of…
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Victoria, this is beautiful–I LOVE it.
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Lost and found muse living in love and light.. keeping muse.. is exploring and finding muse.. everywhere muse lives in light and love.. and all that other ST
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musing NOW..:)
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Your muse better be careful or she’ll figure out you can do this poetry thing on your own. 😉 Peace, Linda
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This is a good one. I definitely understand!
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Oh, yes, I understand this one so well. I’ve been struggling to get back into the groove for poetry for several months now. These Muses have a mind of their own, and I don’t know if begging or pleading is the answer, or that stern talking to you mentioned in your comments…
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I like this…..those muses are so elusive…sometimes they just disappear without warning and other times they are all up in your face and you can hardly think straight for all the stuff they are throwing at you. Looks like you caught a glimpse of them again for this great poem so things are looking up 🙂
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The elusive muse. The moody muse. Yes! There are those moments when I really miss her
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Wishing you the best, and keeping you both in our thoughts and prayers. My muse hides from stress, fickle thing !
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If you’ve lost your muse, write her a letter! Brilliant!
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As long as you are inspired to write like this….your muse is still peeking around a corner somewhere…;)……or is that mouse? hehehe
Nice one! Loved the rhyme.
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It will come back, Victoria. The curious thing is, my Muse was getting really lazy, but since I decided to write a poem a day in April, it is back at its desk.
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If this is what a muse leaving looks like, a lot of us will usher ours out the door! This is lovely! I don’t believe she’s gone. She just needed a nap. 🙂
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I think we have all prayed this a number of times Victoria. Well done you captured it all so well.
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ah, but alas it does seem with this little number, that your muse still does inspire. still I hope your plea assists in reconnecting.
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Oh Victoria – You know it is just that you are taken up with other things right now – your Muses is patiently waiting and will be right by your side when you are ready. Hope today has been a good day for you and your husband – smiles
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…. sometimes we just need to rest, but it seems you where able to pull it off… hope hubby is healing well
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Been there! The muse comes back when our focus isn’t needed for other things.
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Oh, that muse can be so difficult! Enjoyed this much, Victoria~
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Fickle muses indeed. This is a nice take on this prompt. I have a feeling we all write this letter to our muses who disappear without a bit of notice and only come back when they desire.
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Ah the reality often pushes the muse away but I am really surprised at your take on this. Smiles.
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Perfect!
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I contemplated writing to my own muse too but would not have been as poetic and humorous as you.
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Amen. Mine’s gone missing too, along with all my files, pictures and software, hacked from my laptop. I’m using the old one, which was replaced with good reason: all the Word files were corrupted.
I hope your muse returns soon.
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Been there, too Victoria! We need to go to the place where Hums are…according to Winnie ther Pooh.
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Oh, how I know this feeling! I think you were writing this for me as well. No muse for me since Scrappy went away…
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Well, sometimes indeed our muses seem more like a long lost friend than a constant companion. I guess when she is around we have to work her as hard as we can – lest she disappear again!
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I hate it when the Muses move into absentia; your sense of humor shines through, regardless. Now, damn, I need to stir the Muse-Pot, to find a hook for my own poem. See U tomorrow.
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This one makes me smile, Victoria 🙂
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