Oh, Calliope
~~~
I have come to write
On this page so white
But the words will not seem to come
~~~
And try as I may
To find something to say
It feels like my mind has gone numb
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Have I run out
Of things to tout
Have I finally reached some end
~~~
Have I said all I can
Now an empty man
With no more fine words to lend
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Oh, Calliope
Please return to me
Bring me your nourishing light
~~~
For in my heart
There is still a part
Unwilling to give up the fight
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Please don’t ever give up! We all have times when our muse “takes a vacation” but as long as we don’t lock the door, I believe she will return! Besides, we, your readers, look forward to whatever words you write!
Thanks, sis! Love you a bushel and a peck!
ah, glad you put this one up – and I have no doubts you will always have words
I hope that is true as I still have plenty of pencil left….😁
a wonderful poem that expresses the challenge of being a writer. I think as long as you are unwilling to give up the fight, the words will continue to flow, at some point…
Thank you, Jim! Your support and encouragement are greatly appreciated.
happy to offer it!
I am sure the words will return to you, my friend!
Thanks, Kristian! I know you know the struggle I speak of personally. I guess patience and persistence are the key. Much love!
It can be hard. I find during those times my brain just needs a bit of a break. I’ll tune out and get list in a movie or go for a walk, the creative streak often returns in those moments. Much love back!
Maybe it is just a touch of the winter blues. Let’s hope the change of weather renews my inspiration. Thank you for your kind words and encouragement, my friend!
To the Muse with the “beautiful voice” queen of all the muses that elicits epic poetry, a fine subject of your poetic intentions Brad. Wonderful.
Thank you, my fear friend!
Always a pleasure my dear friend!
One of the mysteries of writing is why the words come so much easier some days than others.
Thank you, Pete! It helps to remember I am not alone in my struggles.
Brad, I understand. We all understand. This is a beautiful poem and way to describe the feelings. Oh,…and a hug around the neck.♥️❤️
Thank you, Karla! How did you know I needed that hug? You are such a beautiful person. 💕🌹😘
Brad, you’re a precious soul. Thank you, too. We always need hugs. And when we feel in a slump, they’re needed most. I’m headed off the grid this weekend; no technology, just woods and trails and an art gallery. It will help my soul I know! Sending love and more hugs! ❤️🤗 have a beautiful and safe weekend.
Enjoy your time unplugged, dear Karla. It will surely nourish your soul. I hope it is filled with inspiring beauty from the womb of our dear Mother Earth. Be safe and I will look forward to your return. Sending you a whole weekend’s worth of love! ❣
Thank you so much my dear friend. It was beautiful! And soul-opening on so many levels. I hope yours was wonderful! I’m slowly getting into the swing of things …I feel your love and hugs and it means so much! I’m sending it back! 🤗❤️
And yet the words do flow!
Ironic that writing a poem about writer’s block means you don’t have writer’s block. Talk about a double-edged sword. Thanks, Geoff!
This is beautiful Brad. I love the descriptive phrases and the questions you ask yourself. It is never to late for love. Your muse is never to far from your beautiful poetry Brad. Big hugs 🤗 love Jonikins
Thanks, Jonikins!