Life carries on,
As I sit here and type,
On the keyboard,
In front of this machine,
As inspiration may never come,
The sun shines outside,
Joyous laughter is heard,
From the playing children,
I wonder what may come,
Maybe an idea or two,
Sans the artistic talent,
That I thought existed,
Within my very own self,
Vainly sitting here,
By the great book-shelf.
sometimes we ask too much of ourselves
A masterpiece that every sitting
the great novel before breakfast
We're writers, all we need do is write
masterpieces will follow .
this is a fine poem
dealing with the problem
john+
Reviewed by Meva Onyurt (Reader)
Reviewed on June 1, 2004
once in a while every poet lack the inspiration in their life but that will be the testing time in which great words will pile up only to burst out days later!:)
Good luck!
Meva
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.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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A masterpiece that every sitting
the great novel before breakfast
We're writers, all we need do is write
masterpieces will follow .
this is a fine poem
dealing with the problem
john+
Good luck!
Meva