Lost

I often see references to a Muse as the inspiration and or motivation to write, that this muse provides the creativity and focus to put pen to paper.

I guess that I am lost and my Muse can’t find me for try as I may, when I try to make the ink do something other than draw a line or create a circle all I find are resemblances to Rorschach spots.  Blots with no beginning or end, no semblence to anything.

Maybe I did have a Muse without fully comprehending their purpose and let them slip between my fingers, out of sight, leaving me in this turmoil.

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About livedinitaly

Love food and traveling. Breaking out of this introvert shell by expressing my thoughts, experiences and feelings.
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10 Responses to Lost

  1. Leslie Meeks says:

    You will find her again. Smiles.

  2. I think that sometimes your Muse can be yourself. We have different sides to ourselves & they do have a life of their own if we let them see the sunlight. 🌹 lovely words

  3. I believe our muse can be within or without, neither male nor female, a moment in time, a place, a feeling an experience – always a part of us

  4. a muse, is our own desires. the compliment we search for to validate our soul, our heart, wants and needs.
    The one thing that is near perfect actually exists in the form of a muse.

    I have three muses
    one for love
    one for hope
    one for death

    hope your day is filled with love and a visit from a muse 😉

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