If I said the prompt at Poets on the Page spoke to me today, I’d be lying. I fought with poetry all day today. For once, I started early in the day, but nothing was working. I really wanted to write a sestina about silence, then it became about sailing. Then the words weren’t cooperating and I threw it all out. At the end of the day, I offer this sonnet:
Sonnet for the Silent Muse
Silence is frustrating when from the muse
I write and write but none of my words fit
Deleted, rewritten, carefully choose
Still nothing is working, but I can’t quit
Press on. Try again. Use a different form.
Make it easier and don’t try to rhyme.
Take a break. Have a snack, then you’ll perform.
Relax and listen… just give it some time.
My head hurts from banging against the wall
Trying to shake free the right words to use.
I’ll keep writing and giving it my all.
Keeping the channel open for my muse.
Edison once commented on success…
It looks like work no matter how it’s dressed.