Passions
I am so overwrought to say it
But the passions in my life have died
They’ve all gone to sleep
And I traipse about each day,
Nothing to do, nothing to interest me
Shiftless, bored, feeling dead inside.
It is a state of mind that comes and goes
That my body does not respond to well
Physically I want to run and dance and sing
But my mind just won’t cooperate
So I go through the motions
Of pretending there’s life in this empty shell.
I’ve a mental block against writing,
And have turned to frequent reading now
Savoring vicarious inspiration from words
Pouring through the book characters’ lives
Savoring the written work of others
Instead of my own gifts God has endowed.
I love my favorite comfortable chair
That holds my lazy bodily frame so snug
I can scrunch down deep in it and read
Curl up like a big homey, furry cat
Or just wiggle about comfortably
Like a satisfied bug in a rug.
But I want to regain my passion for writing.
© 2010 Jeanette Cooper
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister Barbie
may your creative juices flow again very soon (as in this poem!).
be well, jeanette,
carolyn
Sheila
~D.
Peace,
Dayvid
George
Don't worry, your muse will come back anytime.
Sandie Angel :o)