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August 29.22: Coping, but barely

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A holiday,

a break well earned,

routine and calendar

happily spurned.

All well and good,

but it’s bad news

when the vacationer is

my mercurial muse.

And so I’m stuck

with blank white screen

until she returns

from where she’s been.

OK, so you have to kind of bend the rhyme there at the end. I’m desperate.

She’s gone again! Those of you who know me know my problems with my willful muse. Sometimes she just takes off. But she taunts me with beginnings. I have begun to write several posts over the last ten days or so, and the quality they all have in common is dreadfulness.

18 thoughts on “August 29.22: Coping, but barely

  1. Maureen, don’t sell yourself short. With the way most of our lives are going, a “dreadful” post would be uplifting! 🤗 I think muses are like fuses, they lose their spark. Or maybe they’re more like bears and go into hibernation.

    Your muse will be back full force in no time and she will knock our socks off which will make me really angry because I’ve spent a lot of quality time sorting those darn socks!

    Love this poem. It’s perfect! Put a big smile on my face. 😊

    Happy Monday.
    Ginger

    • Oh, sock-sorting! One of those things we spent way too much time on. Muses and fuses. Yes, they eventually give out. Or maybe hibernation is the better explanation. All I know is that there are times I have no words and I figure my muse made off with them. Thanks for your encouragement, Ginger, and a happy Monday to you too!

  2. Your muse may be ‘willful’, but I expect you two are well matched 😀
    When she returns, refreshed and renewed, so will be you.

  3. Well, don’t look over here, because she hasn’t visited me in a couple of weeks. 🙂 My life is boring. I can barely tell what day it is so there doesn’t seem to be a need to blog that. 🙂 Happy Monday, Maureen, I’ll keep an eye out for her, but don’t hold your breath.

    • Thank you! Do give her a piece of my mind if you see her, but just a small piece because I don’t have much to spare. Wherever she is, she’s laughing. Maybe she’s with your muse and the both of them are enjoying their twisted sense of humor. Happy Monday to you too, Judy. Here the air is so thick and hot that I think I could scoop it with a spoon. I think you know about this kind of air.

  4. Never, ever close to dreadful. You are simply brilliant at this, even on a “bad” day.

  5. Show that muse who’s boss, Maureen. I loved bending been and screen. It sounded so David Niven-ish. I might have to make a cup of tea and read this aloud again.

    • OMIGOSH! David Niven??!!!! THANK YOU! The heat index here and now is 102 so I think I’ll skip the cup of tea and just bask in the mention of David Niven. Crumpets would be in order, yes? It’s too hot for a cravat so maybe just a lacy fan.

  6. I think you did well, Maureen. Take all the credit and have a slice of pie. Dock you muse’s pay.

  7. Oh heck! Perhaps you could torment your muse by writing a poem with all the very worst rhymes you can possibly think of. I have been trying to rhyme plant names for the last two days and have come up with some deplorable ones. I could lend you a few bad ones if you promise to give them me back.

    • Oh, yes, I’d give them back, but I’d much rather read them in your blog. Your readers would all be reaching for the smelling salts, and it would be so cheering for the world. You’ve hit upon one of the main reasons I try to rhyme: entertainment. Some of the bad rhymes are hilarious, and they keep me going. I also like the discipline that rhyming imposes; it cuts down on the available words, and that can be a worthy challenge. On the other hand, it can drive the poor writer further into madness. To try to rhyme plant names — I can’t even pronounce them, let alone rhyme them — though, now that I think of it, I believe I did once stretch gerania and crania.

      I do love the thought of tormenting my muse. That would balance things out a bit.

      • The rhymes weren’t for me and my sweetheart seems to have rejected them. So I have things like zuccini and sneezeweed or beetroot and feverfew going spare… all very easy to pronounce…?

      • What? He rejected them? You found a rhyme for feverfew and beetroot? How could you not use them in your blog? By all means, send the extras!

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