My mind is searching
For words to write
Like an inmate
Of time
On a hunger strike
He looks out for his welfare
As his prison rights
I search for the words
I've been blind to
My attempts, to pry them
From within the shadows
As they slink
Weaving throughout
The crevasses of the night
On the way, to their
Uncertain tomorrow
I need verses
Some time
Sonnets, songs to sing
Allow me to write, some lines
Rhythms and rhymes
Whatever you can spare
Oh! by the way
Brother
Can you, spare me a dime?
Many will relate to this including me, William. Thank you for this offering. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Sheila Jones (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2004
This is really excellent writing, William!
Beautiful lines...
"I search for the words
I've been blind to
My attempts, to pry them
From within the shadows
As they slink
Weaving throughout
The crevasses of the night
On the way, to their
Uncertain tomorrow"
Glad to have a visitor in the dumps :)! Just kidding! Thoughtful write.
:)Sandy
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on June 3, 2004
Hey nI got bloody loads of yanky coinage, you can have the lot, ani't no bleeding good here:)
You don't kid me you've got writers block. Ed don't use that three letter word!!!
I can spare you some lines. Try, keeping hold of old love letters...........Challenge
Long time since you been on the street, hasn't it Bill? A dime won't even get you a good donut nowadays, and as an ex cop I would think you would know that...?LOL! Yeah I know it rhymed, writers block has hit me so often I can't count or recall, but just the fact that you wrote this means it is not working on you...Peace thru Words, Ed & Rufuz
ahhh...good to see you again, William.
This is a fine write on that nasty thing called writers block...and its layers of meaning could easily be applied to other conditions in life also.
Well done!
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Beautiful lines...
"I search for the words
I've been blind to
My attempts, to pry them
From within the shadows
As they slink
Weaving throughout
The crevasses of the night
On the way, to their
Uncertain tomorrow"
Love, Sheila
Thank you;-)
:)Sandy
You don't kid me you've got writers block. Ed don't use that three letter word!!!
I can spare you some lines. Try, keeping hold of old love letters...........Challenge
This is a fine write on that nasty thing called writers block...and its layers of meaning could easily be applied to other conditions in life also.
Well done!
You've been missed!;-)