There's just not anything left Inside of me. No inspiration. No motivation To carry on. Where words once dwelt is shriveled and barren, A dried up place That no amount of moisture can restore.
There's just not anything there; The words have died. I sit here and struggle to write something That has meaning. But how can there be any meaning when There is no life And the Poet no longer cares to write?
There isn't a single word left to write. They are all gone. They ran away and I cannot find them. I think they knew. I think they knew that I'm not a Poet, And rather than Telling me that to my face, they just...left.
They are not here. They are not coming back. My soul is dark. The Northern Lights, like the Olympic flame, Has been snuffed out, And a Poet cannot write without words. Therefore, I go. All I ask is that you don't forget me.
Ditto Eileen, Karla!! You are SOOOOO good at this!! Yes, words are little minxs at times, aren't they? Seems like yours are very playful, with this wind-up of "hide and seek"! All makes for wonderful work though, as usual. And a Poet without words?! Don Paterson has written a poem entitled something like (don't have the book to hand, sorry...): "On Travelling Up The Mountain To Speak With Guru X And Finding Him Not There" - you guessed it... a blank page!! :)) See, can be done! LOL Kate xx
you're a wonderful inspiration even when you think there's no inspiration there, Karla. like you, I try to follow the line of the pen, even when I've no idea what words will come next. Oh, and take a second look, those Northern lights are right there in your poet's soul. :)
A Great Poet Does Not Think,A Great Poet Just Writes,A Great Poet Listens Within,A Great Poet Am I Trien Tell You (AGAIN & AGAIN--BE QUIET_STOP LOOKING FOR ANYTHING TO WRITE_LET IT HAPPEN)YOU KARLA To Go Into Silence To Listen Within--- You Will Be Guided To Write From Within...
I feel the pain in your words; I hope that you never stop writing; that would be a very dark day for the Den indeed! This is a very heartfelt, deep, and emotive write; your feelings clearly show in your words! You have brightened the Den with your awesome talent; may your Lights shine brighter than the brightest Aurorae! You have a gift that is to be shared, and admired by one and all who read your writings! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
Sis, this was me when I was sent away. I had no life in me, no words to write, no anything. This body moved, but wasn't alive. This is a very deep,poignant and very true (at least for me), poem. You have done it again with your charming verse. I only wish I was half as talented. Thnx for sharing sis, I know every emotion. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
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The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
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Eileen
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Your Friend TRASK
So glad that you're okay my friend ... your poetry is superlative and exceptional - c'est poetess magnifique!!
Blessings,
Robert
God Bless
Michelle!
Love Tinka
And, as far as the words:
"Leave them alone and they'll come home,
wagging their tails behind them."
Love & Light,
Joseph
I feel the pain in your words; I hope that you never stop writing; that would be a very dark day for the Den indeed! This is a very heartfelt, deep, and emotive write; your feelings clearly show in your words! You have brightened the Den with your awesome talent; may your Lights shine brighter than the brightest Aurorae! You have a gift that is to be shared, and admired by one and all who read your writings! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."