Poem: The day I lost my muse - Nassau, Bahamas

The unearthly silence is a rag band
strumming the blues.
It has haunted me constantly,
“ever since” the day I lost my muse.
She won’t be the first vision of inspiration
nor will she be the last.
But she is the key to future breath-taking creations
that will remain forever locked in the past.
Today my river of innovation and rhymes
refuses to flow.
Prematurely unleashed was the final curtain;
damned is the show.
I didn’t seek “Enlightenment”, she found me.
And when she left
the darkness of routine days consumed me.
I showered her with admiration;
she mistook it for lust.
Cast a famine upon our relationship
and withered its fruits to dust.
Her absence cut me; her mistrust cut me deep.
Cursed this soul to graze the pastures of mediocrity,
condemning this shepherd to be a mere sheep.
No sparkling ideas, no soothing lyrics;
a machine with a blown fuse.
Sad wisps of smoke
where there was once a passionate fire,
”ever since” the day I lost my muse.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.