so many words are written
to fill our lonely hearts
until the impulse to create
meets an empty page
devoid of inspiration
resulting in verbal damnation
but writing does not materialize
as if the words did not exist
but is a gathering of thoughts
too much to hold inside
and soon our heavy hearts
our pleasures, our joys
our disdain with others and ourselves
become a piece of history
carefully cultivated like a babbling brook
where others sit and ponder
those thoughts from which we hide
© 2005 sara coslett
Photo Artist: Alan Adams
"Oconaluftee River-Great Smokey Mountains"
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Thought provoking, powerful moods--spectacular!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|ah yes, you expressed this so perfectly, Love your thoughts here,
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Interesting poetic thoughts, indeed, Sara.|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|I've lived this write many times in the last few months...It's just not there anymore. No inspiration, nor motivation. Either way..it all seems alot like a childish faze, that is finally fading from my daily life. It's been a wonderful journey though. But as everything else in life..all things must come to an end.
A great piece of work Sara...and that photo is awesome!
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Deep thoughts here...well expressed...deep cutting!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|A wonderful poem Sara! I love babbling brooks, and
the photo is great!