No Fire


There is no fire left in the belly
No passion to unleash.
The ravenous hunger broke its teeth on time
Replaced by a constant ache
That dulls the eyes.

My Muse followed Hope wherever it is going,
Destination unknown,
Far away where the air vibrates
With each peal of laughter,
Moans of pleasure,
And contented sighs;
Where the bluest skies
Meet the greenest trees
And touch gently in whispers.

My Muse follows the sun
Smiling at  lovers.
She left me again in a gray and silent house,
Gazing at death,
Watching its grip tighten in white knuckles
On fragments of thoughts,
Senseless, empty chuckles,
Cryptic gestures and vacant stares.

My Muse left me
To contemplate the end of the line.
As she stepped out the door
She shrugged and without mercy said:
“Deal with it.”

Photo credit: blinkingidiot / / CC BY-ND

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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24 Responses to No Fire

  1. Alastair says:

    Those damn muses … or is that musii? They just take off whenever they feel like it with no regard for the person they are leaving. If I see it, I will send it back to you


  2. monocochlearmutineer says:

    Max Granky’s wife said the same thing…. 🙂


  3. Ta muse s’en fout, eh?
    Ton poeme est triste et puis il est drole, mais toujours il est bon!


    • emmylgant says:

      Oui. Ma muse s’amuse et cela ne m’amuse pas.
      Mais si le poeme t’a quand meme amuse et tu le trouves bon, peut etre qu’elle a bien fait?
      Merci UnElephant.


  4. makagutu says:

    How do we ensure the fire doesn’t die?
    And how do we fire up the passions?


    • emmylgant says:

      To the first question: Be present.
      Inattention, indifference, silence, absence are what kill passion for me Noel. It is easier to say what kills it than what fires it up. Surprisingy little can get it started .


  5. arjaybe says:

    I’m bereft. The clutching of empty hands.



  6. john zande says:

    Ouch. Let me guess, it’s pouring rain there today?


  7. themodernidiot says:

    Fire her for poor job performance and insubordination. The labor market is flooded with other muses looking for work.


  8. The Muse can be a cruel mistress and an unreliable slave.
    Superbly done – so you are not deserted completely


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