Look inward and in that place of peace you will find that the best muse is your own think.
We worry too much about Muses, most to me seem to play games and to play with thoughts, is not a good thing to do.
There in the quiet of your ways is a journey that you will take with words, strung out in order, it is just the seeing that we need, Yours Ian, x

Lovely! Love your poem and it felt pretty satisfying and complete.
Simply from my perspective - for what it is worth - I thought that you may like to consider deleting much of the punctuation (commas, full stops) as it runs quite prose-like, and perhaps with line breaks it will achieve the same and seem more poetic?
Just a thought.
Regards. Eleanor
PS I love to hear what inspires others and yes, we all get those times when the creative juices don't seem to flow as well so this is a topic one can relate too. Sometimes it is that we have been over or under-stimulated in life or plain weary - when corrected things flow again :)

I'm in a strange place
at present (replaces 'at the moment' as more elegant, succinct)

a no man's
limbo land

(My) muse has sidled
stage left

cut me loose
(and) let me drift

marooned (was 'She's left me wanting')

exposed my frailty (past tense as in the opening manner)
leaving (revealing) an impostor
(a) charlatan
(a)fraud

(My) thoughts are distant
(so completely) muffled

(I) barely heard (was 'can barely hear them' - make rest on next line)
(much less) nor connect (or 'nor relate') (delete full stop)

words rebel (replaces 'do not serve' as more poetic
(but) dance mockingly ahead

taunting (and)
jibing
leaving my mind
unsaid

(In) sheer frustration
(I) drags them out ('drag' would become 'drags')

forces them
to perform (slight change; was 'force them to perform')

which of course
they do

in a half hearted
way

(The) computer screen glows
(and the) coffee cups mount

and still (replaces 'and I can not find, what I need to say)

the words

elude

.

a strange place
looms

no man's
limbo land

muse defects
stage left

cuts me loose
lets me drift

left aside
marooned

exposes frailty
impostor sits

charlatan
fraud

thoughts distant
muffled

barely heard
severed

words rebel mock
dance ahead

taunts
jibes

leave my mind
unsaid

frustration
drags them out

forces
action now

which of course
they do

wayward children
dragging heels

computer screen glows
coffee cups mount

and still

the words

elude

good write on writer's block. Love the way you put it.

Alid

that you corralled your thoughts and made them perform like good little words. Sometimes, things just don't go as we think they should and then when we are about to give up, they skip around and act like The Three Stooges; joining forces to make something funny and somehow in sync. I liked this take on writer's block. ~ Gee.

i oft am left alone too muse....
or amuse less..
I lean back in the battered old
chair...
"Anytime now!!" but they only show
when they want too
fickle creatures...

excellent poem during idle wants

like doing kareoke and going blank
(I used too sing american pie...creep
hank williams....a few others I could
manage sans high notes..I improvised)

they will return....bored they love us
mortals cause their fickle as I said..

thank U!