Ever have days like these....kids always busting in when you're trying to write...gotta love Summer...ha ha! Now you see why this is all I could manage lately!
No, I couldn’t move the mountain
so I dug my way inside…
Found the darkness what I needed
where from others I could hide.
Just to rest awhile in silence
from the chaos of my life…
Bound in comfort in this haven
far away from all the strife.
For times when life is such a tug of war
with me the in-between…
Until my sanity is waning
for the lack of calm serene.
For a moment when my pen can
paint the page with brilliant prose…
Where the muse can speak in whispers
as my fingers recompose.
Though these moments come unnoticed
no regard for my own will…
When the words become my own
until the soul has had it’s fill.
Yet it isn’t always easy
crawling into mountain side…
Sometimes reality is stronger
muse and I are left denied.
Melissa,
I think this turned out beautiful, and the content perfect! I have been going through the same thing, for some reason it has been harder for me to find the time to write lately. Who ever said it gets easier as the kids get older, was mistaken! lol! Thanks for this one, it is good to know that we are not alone in our feelings.
Hugs,
Maria
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on May 20, 2003
This is a great poem, enjoyed this so much. The flow is amazing.
Melissa,
"Yet it isn’t always easy
crawling into mountain side…
Sometimes reality is stronger
muse and I are left denied. "
excellent hate those days
Peggy
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
You could stick the kids in the mountain
Eileen is right on........
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2003
Beautiful work. I should have such stress to produce so well.
kids or not, this is still a good write; good to see your muse is still hard at work! :) (((HUGS))) to you, and (((HUGS))) to cody, hannah, and mitchell! :) love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. :)
Melissa,
Very, very impressive lines here! As always well done....
Rodney Evan Bohen
For a moment when my pen can
paint the page with brilliant prose…
Where the muse can speak in whispers
as my fingers recompose.
Though these moments come unnoticed
no regard for my own will…
When the words become my own
until the soul has had it’s fill.
No matter the mood ,or attitude, you never fail the rhythm and rhyme of your poetry, it is always glorious, because it was imprinted in you at birth as part of your blueprint! You and Dani;-)!
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Tami
I think this turned out beautiful, and the content perfect! I have been going through the same thing, for some reason it has been harder for me to find the time to write lately. Who ever said it gets easier as the kids get older, was mistaken! lol! Thanks for this one, it is good to know that we are not alone in our feelings.
Hugs,
Maria
Chrissie
"Yet it isn’t always easy
crawling into mountain side…
Sometimes reality is stronger
muse and I are left denied. "
excellent hate those days
Peggy
Eileen is right on........
Reindeer
Very, very impressive lines here! As always well done....
Rodney Evan Bohen
For a moment when my pen can
paint the page with brilliant prose…
Where the muse can speak in whispers
as my fingers recompose.
Though these moments come unnoticed
no regard for my own will…
When the words become my own
until the soul has had it’s fill.
muse and I are left denied!!!