Sometimes I feel myself
In a deep pain of silence
With silence, I mean no thoughts
Worthy of scribing or sharing
Where there's no penetrating
My memory banks, my mental archives
Nor my thoughts an passan.
A feeling of demoralization
occurs at times, so severe
No matter
What beauty of nature
I might witness
Won't stimulate a muse.
In the other hand
Some days I wake
Desperately
Searching for my plume
So I may scribe my thoughts
Before they fade away
Like The darkness, before dawn.
At times,
I might scratch out
Five or six
Poems and other thoughts
Other times
I just mope around
Without the energy
To even think
Dry as a well without
The Ink.
Artists, poets, writers, all creative people are sensitive folk, so much is influenced by outside forces as well as inner......A write here that I feel many at AD, would relate to William
pax A
William we all go through it...When you think of how much we write it's a wonder we have any words left;-) You have been writing some really excellent poems, so I wouldn't worry if I were you!Just go with the flow, no good forcing it anyway...
I know the feeling all too well. There are times when I'm rendered incapable of writing anything and at other times my fingers can't move on the keyboard fast enough.
I do enjoy your moments of inspiration. Write on...
Chanti
Oh! This frustration is well known among the peers here at AD. I simply drop my pen until the whispers return. I felt that same identity with you through this pen.
Susan
Ahhh, the 'joys' of writer's block ... been there, hate that! Your muse is merely napping ... a good swift kick in the butt usually works. Her, not you. LOL This is a good poem, William -- very descriptive of the malady.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2006
AAAawwwwww.. William YOU ARE SO LOVED by many on this earth..We all have those days where, God, you wonder just why things took place..The answer my friend is number one love yourself, love others, serve others and last but not least FORGIVENESS..That's the big, big thing...Have a glorious day and yes, your poems do cheer me on a cloudy day, lol..Thank YOU..
Don't worry my friend it is just momentary.Hope you will have days when you get extra nut,so that you have the brust of ink spluttering out from the well of your imagination to everywhere.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
But I always get reminded I talk too much...maybe the reason I can still go on blabbing...and call it poetry!!
See what I mean???
Love Tinka
Sheila
Your work is superb, regardless.
Elizabeth
pax A
Apoet's intuition is absolute fantastic!!!!!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
do something.
If the nut is cracked then the light can enter..
Love,
Eileen
I do enjoy your moments of inspiration. Write on...
Chanti
Susan
Love,
CJ
Love & Peace, Dove
Rusty
Bom Bhole!
Roshan