How often do you feel empty headed?

Question

Empty Head

by C. S. Scotkin

Shall we now sing of all things new.

new words, new thoughts, metaphors, true?

Do we get comfort, new empathy

when, on occasion, our muses flee?

Shall we read books of poetry,

mythology, psychology

go for a walk to find the sprite

who keeps you up half the night?

Now I think I’ll take to bed

two cats, one book, one empty head

and sleep…I know full well, I rue,

this muse will creep back in by two.

Answer 1

Great poem.  I often write about my muse when my muse abandons me.  Funny how we feel abandoned by our muses and then turn around and write a cool poem about their shenanigans.  I don't think your muse went too far.  Fun write.

Answer 2

I did a whole series once...eight poems with the title "De-mused" talking about my poetic evolution. My muse comes and she goes, but I find that I have many of them. Perhaps when the poetry muse fades the novel muse appears (I'm still waiting on that one), but yes, she creeps in, and then sleepless nights emerge once more. Ah, well. This is a beautiful poem, but I would love, on occasion to have an empty head, where there are no words. As much as I love them, my thoughts are more peaceful without them. But if I had to choose between constant cacophony and nothing...I'd take the chaos please. Thanks, C. S. , for the great poem and the introspection to follow.

Answer 3

im not to sure about having a muse,

but being empty headed and accidently

toggling the fans list off is well,

having an empty head at the wrong time. arghh.

i think you did the right thing CS, calling it a day..

Answer 4

This is a jaunty number, C.S.  You make lovely use of figures of repetition, subtraction, and amplification to drive the meter and the sense of this lovely poem steadily forward to its delightful resolution.  Indeed, the muse doth seem to live in a different time zone, non?

When night time falls, my brain shuts down

Shuts down and sputters like a flame

A flame that gutters as to drown

To drown, and no one is to blame.

To blame a soul for nature's claim

For nature's claim when slumber falls

When slumber falls, no one's to blame

No one's to blame when night time falls.

As for your lead question, I am empty headed for the vast majority of every day, and that I suspect is what redeems me, that and that alone, in the eyes of humanity.  Sleep tight, Cynthia...

Answer 5

I got a new phrase for empty head, its helium head, lol

I do feel like a helium head sometimes.

Head in the clouds,

floating round and round,  

Attached a long string,

to pull it down.

Did I mention

there's a pea in it?

Well I feel that way sometimes but then....

Lighting strikes,

Mind revives,

We won the fight,

Hand scurry's to write.

Words are flowing.

Mind is hurrying.

Righty keeps up.

I'm serious, no bluff.

Washed-up pen,

comes to an end.

Vision in awe.

It's been so long.

Look at these writings!

Writers block gone.

Por fin glad tidings.

Hand & Brain say farewell,

Buenas noches,

See you later

Good night!

Answer 6

Sometimes - all it takes - is a little sleep - to clear the "white noise" from our minds.  White noise is the sound of thoughts - just below the threshold of realization - that blank out the muse.  Once the mind has rested - it has cleared enough to allow the soft whispers (or loud shouting) of the muse to be heard. Strange things happen to the body - around 2 am - it is the witching hour. ♥

Answer 7

I get an empty head wen I think of a tune for a poem to make it a song. This happens once a week.

Answer 8

Well said.  Your muse is with you.  I often wonder where mine vacations.  Maybe she'll take me one time ...  

Answer 9

Nice poem ,,,,,Your Muse have left instructions

Maybe your Muse is with the Elves & Snidely ,,,There's a dice game going on behind the barn,,,,,

I did enjoy the poem...  

Answer 10

For somebody with a lost muse I would say that you are doing quite well without the prickly old waif... maybe she's out for a dish of carpaccio at some pirate ladden tavern. That's where mine frequents when she's not filling me with erotic, euphoric thoughts, tempting me with her long legs, firm b*****s, and moist lips... my muse is such a tease.

...loved yo poem.

Answer 11

This is a very well-stated piece. It also contains an important message--to be able to write, we must first read. Reading and writing go together like... There is truth in all cliches or they would not live so long as they do.

The Muse is stimulated by reading.

Answer 12

Great work. inspired me to write about my muse. The desire to write kills me whenever my muse abandons me. I could relate to you.

best regards,

Rid