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Sonnet to utter Frustration

Am I a bard? I ask as I arise
In hope that, somehow, I had been inspired
By muses, once so helpful, kind and wise—
The ones this dried up poet had admired.
But scattered sparks are just too faint to burn,
Extinguished embers can’t be re-stoked
No matter how I yearn, twist, toss and turn—
From trash—a noble verse can’t be evoked.
Dismay grows with my ink pen’s every scratch,
I have the kindling—talent—I have not.
Whatever can one do when no thoughts hatch?
I curse each muse that brought my lines to naught.
**** With them—I won’t on further quests embark—
****I lost for good my former divine spark.

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Oh so damn clever!
I couldn't imagine you losing your spark especially as you have written this into a sonnet, showing off are we? lol , you are the king of sonnet! Always enjoy your writes.

Thank you...Teddy

it's decided. I'll have my swollen head measured for a crown fit for a king. You are ever so nice and generous, sweetie, and I thank you for the praise. . . say--would you consent to be my queen, maybe in our next lifetime? lol. Again, thank you, dear.
Il Signor, Jerry

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That would indeed depend on how big your castle is Sir. (Giggle)

Thank you...Teddy

we will start out small, like living in a chicken coop? At least till our chicks are hatched, lol. Cockedoodle doo. And don't give up your job just yet, lol. We need the extra income for chickenfeed. Oh well, let's not worry till we live through this life time, right?
See ya later. Jerry

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This is a great poem, and I love how you executed the sonnet structure so exactly! Reminds me of some poetry I have written myself on the subject of being frustrated about not being able to write what I imagine.
Your language use is great! The only detriment in that is how the word 'trash' in Ln8 doesn't seem to suit the bardic tone of the rest of the poem. Perhaps a word like 'waste' 'rags' 'dross' or 'dregs' might suit better?
Very much enjoyed reading this poem. I was nodding the whole time with a "You get me" expression.
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"To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's true aim." Oscar Wilde

I hope you don't mind my shouting in caps as I addressed you, but I'm really delighted to read your nice comment. I shall remove that so "unbardic" trash word as I make some other minor changes. As you know, a writer re-writes a lot. Thank you, so very much. Delightedly, Jerry

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Hi Jerry, so the muses have forgotten you? You're hiding your light under a bushel? Come on, now, you can even compose a perfect sonnet about not being able to...lol.
I love it from the start to the ending. Others have already crowned you king, so I feel free to bow to you in reverence after the good laugh I've had. Bring on more, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

that's very kind of you to say so. As the new king I'll no longer cotton to those floozy-moozies, and the same goes for that lame Pegsus, the muses' winged horse. Out with them, I say. I'm a big boy now and can tie my own shoes, and so, I'm flying solo; no more shall I plead for help--I will demand it. Thanks for chiming in, Gracy.. (God, it feels goodt to let off steam .) Till the next time, dear Gracy. The king.

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