At times the mind seems like a desert and it leaves the seeker of words parched and thinking of an oasis.
Thirst
The stream once flowing freely Full of flourishing concepts Sentences and words That formed poetry and tales Has shrunk to a trickle Of fragmented phrases Meaningless notions Under the glaring sun Of mediocrity In the arid wasteland Of my barren mind
...AND NO ONE KNOWS THIS 'THIRST' AND CAN EXPRESS THE 'DRYNESS' OF IT...LIKE A POET. I AM GLAD THAT I READ THIS WORK...NOW I CAN GO TO BED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE AND BLESSINGS, IN FAITH,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Regis,
I can now go back to what I most enjoy doing , reading your poems. I have missed so much indulging in such treats , but at last I am free again. I just finished writing a seven page rebuttal for the complaint I am filing against my district. My lawyer asked me to write the rebuttal. Anyway, great poem mon ami.
amour et paix,
Nicole
Bravo, Regis! Love the simile in your comments, too! This one has a superb flow with its message of frustration. This is the best poem about writer's block I'm read yet!
Oh yes, tell me about it and yet here you've done - produced a quenching for your thirst.
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on March 24, 2007
Nothing "arid" or "wasteland" about THIS piece of writing, Regis.
It proves one thing quite clearly, I think. If a poet is a 'real' poet, even the 'dry' times produce works of quality.
And this is quality.
I agree with Miss Pandora Regis!
We all go thru some "slumps" but come
back as strong as ever! Your muse will kick in soon.
You are still a sweetheart! That has not changed
one bit!!!!
Becca
Reviewed by Jane Wallace (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2007
Even in the blackness and the vacuum of Space, there shines the countless stars.
Writer's block; it's hell. Best advice - go read; go be inspired. And I agree with La Belle - you are never barren; maybe not always as "fruitful" as you would like, but... never barren. We all go through these throes. Loved the succinct write, to which I easily can relate. -- Jeff
Regis you are never barren or meaningless. This is lovely poetry.
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on March 22, 2007
je comprends les sentiments tres bien mais, il y a plein de passion ici Regis, ...tu as soif?...non je ne crois pas! Amour et paix, comme d'habitude. Panda :)
Silence, a time of reflection, to gather the thoughts and muse once more to soar as the eagles with wings. Sometimes, one needs the refreshing of awareness of all we can truly be thankful far. My regards to you Reg, splendid!
Peace&Grace,
Sharon
Reviewed by Dennis Leischner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2007
Reg
I see this is not only a personal reflection but it speaks I think to all writers at one time or another. There are some good images and it is clear and concise.
Dennis
Hello Reg..your mind is far from barren..take it as your mind resting for a few days at the beach..soak up that sun and let it warm up your creative juices..I always kid around and tell family members that I am going on a "mind-out"and then I spend it alone, just me and my mind, remembering, laughing, crying, whatever mood comes around when no one is around to judge or barge in on my thoughts..works every time..that is why sometimes I ramble too much...
The mind is sometimes occupied by other priorities and concerns making us believe we thirst, but in reality, expression still follows art as yours does. Good to read you again, my friend.
such poetry in your soul!!! i love the flow of your words and
one can see the compassionate nature inside you! your parents
must be very proud of you!! well done!!
We all have times like this, whether it's been a long spell without inspiration or some kind of constipation of the mind where stuff is bottled up but we just can't get it out the way we want to. This is beautifully portrayed here.
Great write bro! Perhaps those words are true for some but certainly not for you! Your sentences and words are obviously flowing wonderfully! Thank you Reg.
Goodness, Regis... I am not trying to be contrary here, but I HONESTLY think this is one of your most priceless gems. It just flows so effortlessly and stands like a towering rock, in terms of its meaning. Very strong indeed. Not one word out of place. See what a fruitful place the wilderness can be. Bless you, Kate xx
I find this piece inspirational. We always have a thirst for that creativity to flow, and through this piece, accompanied by the exquisite picture has gotten my mind rolling.
Thanks for this poem of inspiration, especially on this soon to be snowy day in New York City.
friend, who gave you permission to publish a photo of my mind?
...and more seriously, yes, medioctity is jealous but it will never comapare or quench a poet's thirst.
I lift my glass to your health.
Georg
It patently hasn't Reg!
Wonderful write, this also made me remember the frustrations I feel quite often in everyday life due to a lack in being able to explain myself, I just don't have the vocabulary. It's almost as if your frustration's have resulted in a flooding flow
Blessings
Jeff
Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed
Reviewed on March 15, 2007
This is a wonderful poem that sheds light on the similarity of human mind and to the environment. A mind canot go on spawning ideas all the time all seasons. It has its ups and downs: sometimes fertile and barren other times. Great poem, my friend Regis
You've managed to create the frustrations of many a writer, many a man or woman regardless what they ever did or do...!
There always comes a re-grouping period of sorts in life, to look at the picture as a whole and then mesh it somehow, anew... always keeping the self within the lines...
I like how this nourishes me...
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A poetic expression of writer's block. Writer's block does feel like you are lacking the essentials of life, like water, as you illustrate so well in this poem.
You may feel like it Reg, but no barren mind can produce the beautiful poetry that you do! You are a masterful poet, like
so many of the greats that were always unsure of themselves
and suffered because of it. Quench your thirst with some
self-praise and enjoy the feeling!
Regis, I do believe every writer on earth has felt this way before...hang in there my writer friend because you have lots of writings to offer the world. This poem rings truth in words with such beautiful meaning.
Far from becoming barren! Although the poem describes diminished abilities, it makes the description in an outstanding way. No one can match this ability. Perhaps the poem is not referring to the poet (Regis)
Thank you dear Reg for sharing this one.
Reviewed by Dennis Keister (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2007
Well, apparently not so barren as you think. This was good. Each line fresh, no cliché. It was like watching a boulder roll down a mountain, bouncing in un-rhythmic strides, picking up speed until it finally reaches the bottom and stops. Dennis
Bear in mind / when barren / that we only use about 5 % of our minds !!!
kinda like prospecting -- go dig for 'diamonds/gold' in another area. Wake part of the 'other 95 % up! Like a 'sleeping giant' -- IT is always there...just napping!
Try something "WAY OUT" -- get a dictionary, close your eyes, thumb to a section, open to a page, put your finger on ONE WORD -- open eyes and force your MUSE to write something - anything about THAT word. GOOD EXERCISE FOR THE OLE GREY MUSCLE!
CEREBRAL CALISTHENICS!
Wow! What a powerful write Regis, I too have felt this way...we all have, it will pass soon, for you my friend are a gifted writer! Write on dear friend!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
bingo! this has been my state of mind for more than a month now, though I think I feel the icebergs beginning to dislodge with the coming spring. let the waters flow! Dawn
...but this one poem is a good one though! Nice expression of writer's cramp, writer's elbow or whatever name we give the block - keep chipping away, and thank you for your kind reading of my efforts, you helped with my elbow... :o) Nicky x
Been there several times dear Regis. I'm there right now, wallowing in a dry mudhole looking for moisture. It's kinda like constipation. My flowers are wilting and I've developed a strange habit of eating pencil erasers for ruffage.
Another thing, when my wife knows that I'm in the dry place creatively she starts writing those "honey do" lists and then I'm stuck doing housework whilst she eats bon bons and issues orders.
It'll pass my north of the border friend. Stand strong! Read a good novel and wait for the blossoms to reappear after the pruning.
Light and Wisdom ...
P.S. Did you know that you have 192 people tracking you? Sheesh man, that's like a small town in Southern Colorado.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2007
You couldn't have a barren mind if you tried, Regis.
What barren mind? Not yours anyway. I love the poem. It's excellent and so is that great picture. Well done, best wishes...Joyce M.
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2007
Perhaps finding humor in your new daily struggles will help some. Sure does me, that and ton's of all files. Hope you find some cheer soon. Until then any words are worth reading. Lady J
Awesome very stunning and very inspired write
But You Barren??? NO
You have just written a stunning emotional piece
The muse comes and goes but yours is always
There with you!!
Truthfully I love the concept it's very inspiring
Absolutely beautiful poetic thoughts my friend!
The Imagery is beautiful,
Some times meditation can help the muse
Love And Peace To You My Friend....Morning Star
No way, barren! Get that caveman with the bat out I gave to you for protection from the thieves and travel back to the prehistoric Celts. Sip some mead, Regis...it'll give you a flourishing concept of inspiration...Happy Spring, hockey man...
Like a field that's left fallow for a season, the mind too has to have a season. This enables the fertile soil of our imagination to soak up the morning dew of inspiration in order for a fresh crop of imagery and metaphor to grow.
Ironic, that in your percieved fallow state that you should write an inspired piece.
Ahhh but as the sun burns and withers all in sight the cacti will survive so will the writer for buried deep in the center of the cacti is always enough moisture to sustain and sometimes even sprout the most colourful flowers to be seen.
BARREN? YOU???? Not such emotional poetry as this, as every writer can attest to dry spells. You refresh my world with love and support, and especially your words. A veritable flood of love and (((HUGS))) and prayers are being sent your way.
Barren--? No way! Know how y9u feel, but. . .this poem did not come from a wasteland!! May not be an authority {if indeed there are any, where it comes to poetry}, but 'I know what I like.' Expression has become a joke, but. . .DO, I DO :). Always count on you to come up with work that is original and full of feeling. Bless you!! Luv 'n' Hugs, 'Pea'xOx
No way, nohow, could your mind EVER be barren OR mediocre, dear Regis! Your muse is only away for a little while -- you are a prolific writer, remember, and even a muse needs a holiday every so often. She'll be back -- promise!
Love and a hug,
CJ
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I can now go back to what I most enjoy doing , reading your poems. I have missed so much indulging in such treats , but at last I am free again. I just finished writing a seven page rebuttal for the complaint I am filing against my district. My lawyer asked me to write the rebuttal. Anyway, great poem mon ami.
amour et paix,
Nicole
Sheila~
however barren, you still possess your Poetic Flourish & Flair
Love & Hugs Vickie
Safi
It proves one thing quite clearly, I think. If a poet is a 'real' poet, even the 'dry' times produce works of quality.
And this is quality.
As writing blocks occur, you must reach out further!
This pen speaks Volumes!
Warmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
We all go thru some "slumps" but come
back as strong as ever! Your muse will kick in soon.
You are still a sweetheart! That has not changed
one bit!!!!
Becca
Jane
Peace&Grace,
Sharon
I see this is not only a personal reflection but it speaks I think to all writers at one time or another. There are some good images and it is clear and concise.
Dennis
The flow of your creativity is strong and inspiring.
Blessings,
Sharon
though I know how it feels to be at a loss.
There will be a flood coming you know.
this is far from barren
you take for granted, what comes easily
lol
pax A
Joselyn
one can see the compassionate nature inside you! your parents
must be very proud of you!! well done!!
katie :)
I think we all have these periods of draught. Usually, for me, these times are followed by creativity that pours like rain.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Always,
Myrna
erin
peace
William
Maryvonne.
All good things to you,
Jim
Thanks for the write.
Pamela
Wish you will write a sequel. Rain and eternal mountain springs replenish the temporary abatement of stream flow.
Cheers and Godbless.
Regino
Rose
Excellent poetry, Regis. Outstanding!
Many Blessings,
~Linda
Thanks for this poem of inspiration, especially on this soon to be snowy day in New York City.
~hugs~
Karen
I've had these same feelings many times before.
...and more seriously, yes, medioctity is jealous but it will never comapare or quench a poet's thirst.
I lift my glass to your health.
Georg
Wonderful write, this also made me remember the frustrations I feel quite often in everyday life due to a lack in being able to explain myself, I just don't have the vocabulary. It's almost as if your frustration's have resulted in a flooding flow
Blessings
Jeff
Be safe,
Karen
Helen :)
You've managed to create the frustrations of many a writer, many a man or woman regardless what they ever did or do...!
There always comes a re-grouping period of sorts in life, to look at the picture as a whole and then mesh it somehow, anew... always keeping the self within the lines...
I like how this nourishes me...
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
How I feel at the end of the day.
Send some water my way.
DWB
Love, Taylor
This poem sings like a water fall...
Xxx dove
Brett
so many of the greats that were always unsure of themselves
and suffered because of it. Quench your thirst with some
self-praise and enjoy the feeling!
Love,
Eileen
Well said,
Michael
Thank you dear Reg for sharing this one.
As always, your poem is right on. I have felt that way more times than I can count. Thanks for your honesty and eloquence.
Jean
Bear in mind / when barren / that we only use about 5 % of our minds !!!
kinda like prospecting -- go dig for 'diamonds/gold' in another area. Wake part of the 'other 95 % up! Like a 'sleeping giant' -- IT is always there...just napping!
Try something "WAY OUT" -- get a dictionary, close your eyes, thumb to a section, open to a page, put your finger on ONE WORD -- open eyes and force your MUSE to write something - anything about THAT word. GOOD EXERCISE FOR THE OLE GREY MUSCLE!
CEREBRAL CALISTHENICS!
TOM.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
ann
Dan
Lotsa MEDIOCRITY At A D As Well World Full Of It-Shit,i.e. Arid Wasteland!
PS: 1 Best Lyrics Album By THE WHO--It's Only Teenage Wasteland...
TRASK
Carmen
Christy
Love TinkaSweets!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Another thing, when my wife knows that I'm in the dry place creatively she starts writing those "honey do" lists and then I'm stuck doing housework whilst she eats bon bons and issues orders.
It'll pass my north of the border friend. Stand strong! Read a good novel and wait for the blossoms to reappear after the pruning.
Light and Wisdom ...
P.S. Did you know that you have 192 people tracking you? Sheesh man, that's like a small town in Southern Colorado.
Love the verse.
Elizabeth
Peace,
Bill
But You Barren??? NO
You have just written a stunning emotional piece
The muse comes and goes but yours is always
There with you!!
Truthfully I love the concept it's very inspiring
Absolutely beautiful poetic thoughts my friend!
The Imagery is beautiful,
Some times meditation can help the muse
Love And Peace To You My Friend....Morning Star
Love the pic!
Sage
Ironic, that in your percieved fallow state that you should write an inspired piece.
Regards
Dai
Fee
BARREN? YOU???? Not such emotional poetry as this, as every writer can attest to dry spells. You refresh my world with love and support, and especially your words. A veritable flood of love and (((HUGS))) and prayers are being sent your way.
Love, Karla. :(
Love and a hug,
CJ
Best regards,
Leland