When the Poetry don't come
When images are vacant
Skulls whitened by disuse and decay
And words leaden kites
What is a poet to do but stagger
Through the halls of his discontent
Flirting with a lost love, a road,
an opportunity missed, a compromise
Kicking and rummaging through the debris
Looking for signs of a golden age
Searching the wreckage for a promise,
sure and certain, of better days to come.
But, there are no better days that this --
No halcyon times before or beyond,
There are none more bitter than this day.
There is this and none other.
this started as a kickstart piece but it seemed better than that so i finished it.
i do not believe there's such a thing as a dry spell, just a mometary lasp into the creative imagination surrounding us.... the more we explore the innerand outer worlds, the more fluid is inspiration... by the way, for being dry you wrote a really good poem...
powerfully expressed write, vivid imagery...man, i hate dry spells, too. have them meself...although i call 'em brain farts. :) the older i'm gettin', the worse they're gettin'...if i don't write what pops up in my mind immediately, forget it, it's gone...excellent write! may your inspiration come back a thousand fold...(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :) happy holidays, john!
John, how I understand this so well. I am currently in a dry spell. Don't like those because I always get a little nervous about how long it will take to return. Well written.
i've been there, too. man, do i hate brain lock!! sometimes it's all i can do to keep from going mad; i want to write, but my brain just doesn't want to get into gear..like today..it's rainy, and my stupid arthritis is giving me hell! bah humbug, this rainy weather! i want SNOW for christmas, not thunderstorms or hail (we had hail this morning; karla and i each sucked on it!! was it ever COLD!!)! oh, well..maybe god will deliver; i sure miss the ohio white christmases!! :( a good write! may you have a very merry christmas and a very happy, healthy, prosperous new year! with much love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) didn't sleep a WAHHHH last night, due to the heavy rain. i hate that...
Reviewed by Kara Ms (Reader)
Reviewed on December 23, 2002
Smile...been there!
"And words leaden kites"
Could not have described it better.
Enjoyed this poem.
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Great write...
"And words leaden kites"
Could not have described it better.
Enjoyed this poem.