LOL! Love it! Thanks!

This is so touching dear Karla. You are in my prayers as usual

You'll do just fine Karla, sometimes we need to take a little break and let the words find us instead of us finding the words.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

Poetry certainly isn't all about rhyme, dear one (statements like this may get me lynched, someday... LOL!) and, in fact, sometimes the rhyme is so forced, or so downright lousy, that the result is... not poetry at all! Poetry is, above all, heart, spirit, true "content" in the words used by the poet. And this, my friend, is the Poetry you write. And yes, the words will come, because all the rest, the important ingredients, are there!
{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*

relax your relentless pursuit of the words -- with your creativity the poems will find and embrace you -- grasp the peace of the night and carry it into the daylight -- JMW

LOL! Doing this would drive me nuts, Karla. I wait for the words to find me. Hugs~
Sheila

Karla,

Where there's a heart there are words. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Karla:

You'll never run short of words. I like this honest write!

Sandie Angel :o)

The ticking eyes of a poet, tick on.

Hello Karla,

You write from your heart. I'm reading a book of poems from a lady author (Pulitzer Prize Winner) and her poems have no rhyme nor meter,
and you have to read it twice to get what she means. We all have our styles, and I'm happy you exercise freedom to write your style!!!

Cynthia

Oh how I can relate to this one! Been there, done that, wanna see the t-shirt? Great write and nice picture! Rebecca

Ahhh but even the stillness of the thoughts of the verse can also be verse itself... as you have just proven.
hugs
Fee

Noted!
I felt like that for a while. The ticking becomes less, and the Muse kicks back in.
Love,
Becca~

I cannot begin to tell you how many times I've gone through this. I finally gave up. I can't force myself to write. Excellent piece, Karla. ~ Sara

She writes because she must... must--muse--muss--mess--miss--mist--mint--mink--milk... her mind drifts on...

Someone told me once that in the beginning, the world was made of poetry-- words that sprang to life at a few uttered words "Let there be..." Our own words bring more mere words to life-- because, contrary to what some say, it is not rhyme and meter that make poetry, but beauty and truth-- but in the end, that is the same thing as God, really, isn't it?

She writes a word, and brings new words to life. --Charlie

Karla I think it one point in time we call all relate to this
In Christs Love
Michelle~

Karla,,, You always put a smile on my face when I read your words,, your heart of love and humor are like fireworks!
:)Christine

Just take some time to notice,
All the wonders around you;
Then all will come together,
God's work will soon astound you. ©

Karla your writings are wonderful. You have great inner wisdom and a way to put that wisdom into words. That is a gift. When the words come, then they will come. Don't push them. But when they are not coming natuarally, as an experiment for yourself, you might want to try this. Think of any thought that comes to mind and simply write it down as a sentence. Once you've done that, go back and count the syllables in that sentence. Could be as little as four or as many as ten or more. Then find the theme in the sentence and create a second sentence following that theme and using the same number of syllables as your first sentence. Then just keep going until you've created a verse with a theme. What I wrote at the beginning of this was inspired by your write. That one verse took me maybe 3 minutes to create from scratch. Like I said Karla, you have a wonderful talent in your writing; I would love to see you put it into meter and verse to create a short poetic story. Matter of fact, if you'd like, I can look at your works in the den, choose one in particular that you've done in the past and rewrite it in meter and rhyming verse and then send it off to you. Just a thought my friend. And I'm always willing to be of help. Keep up the great work and God bless.

You looke as if you are pondering over what words you want to write about. Sometimes it is hardto find the ones you wish to write about. Me, I write about my lost hubby and religious and nature. Wish I could do something different though.

Karla,

This is so, so true. In a few words, you've said everything.

Mary

lol. I'm sorry to laugh but I've been there and done that. I love the part about the eyes ticking back and forth. It gave me a good laugh. Take a break. It doesn't really seem like you have lost your muse. This poem is a winner. Have a great day. Liz

In the days of old, the letters were quilled by oil lanterns and the view from the windows was most often seen of hardship, cattle dying, horses shot, crops withered or burned by rival pioneers, so there was never stilled life...and when weary frontier travelers knocked at the doors for some nourishment, and they could vouch for being honest, non-threatening souls, they were invited in and the stories told around the stove often ended up in our history books...we write what we know about Karla, sometimes I think the Muse has nothing to do with it and also rhyme has little to do with inspiration, as you say it is words...I wonder what poetry you would write in a letter to your ancestors of your hardships, of the weather and travels? Be well you and Karen Lynn.

Love,
Sage

Sometimes, I think our muse needs a bit of a reprieve in order to restore herself - to drink from the well of creativity and bring us back words that sing.

Karla,

You don't have to rhyme to write great poetry; you write from the heart, and your feelings are expertly conveyed in fantastic verse! Very well written/illustrated; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D