The Lost Poet
by FRANCES C RODRIGUEZ
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
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I feel like a poet who is lost
my mind is blank and my heart feels no pain,
I can see a vision but cannot write
of the things I see,
I try to read poems, letters, and other things
that may be able to control this mind,
but again I feel like a poet who is lost,
with my mind blank with no thoughts,
they say!
I may have a writers block
or I cannot feel the emotions
I have deep down inside,
I wonder what is wrong with me,
for a poet without words is just not me,
my mind is going into circles,
something I cannot control,
but when I write the words
you cannot see
for a poet without words I cannot be
for my mind is just fighting me.
For the poet is lost and that you all can see.
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| Reviewed by Tony Nerone |
4/16/2003 |
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Way to go, Frances. I lost interest in writing for a year and a half. I even tried haiku. Try to write something, perhaps a daily journal.
Namaste
tony |
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| Reviewed by Nancy D. |
4/16/2003 |
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Great write, we all go through this, I'm there for now, sometimes whats in my mind may not be made for paper.
Nancy |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
4/16/2003 |
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| Nicely done, Frances. |
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