writing on writer’s block

my sweet little
muse has been
asleep on a corner

dressed in specks

of dust. unsure if
she’s down from glove
punches or Hawaiian
punch. i don’t mix

drinks with ink.
call me boring
all you want. just

wake my darling,
fermenting
muse

up.

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09.20.2022
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For dVerse: Quadrille #160: Poems that Pack a Punch

Today’s “punch” is needed. It came like the first raindrop in a desert parched.

To say that I am not reeling from life’s own punches would be an understatement. I miss writing but it has evaded me. Before, when I am flying from one country to another, while the clouds feel so easy to reach, the muse will whisper verses upon verses. Recently, after the borders have opened, she has been silent. Completely.

I used to write poems almost every day. For the past four months or so, I am lucky if I get one or two a month.

Life has returned to normal, almost. Work travels resumed. People management has become trickier. I am also taking on new things on my plate – side gigs. Perhaps, my muse feels I am too tired to tackle a line or a rhyme.

Either way, I am happy to be here. To join the wonderful dVerse community again. After a long while.

xoxo,
A Reading Writer