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11 March 2019

10:44

I am sitting ccccccccwith a blank sheet of paper

It says that it wants me to write on it

 

What can I write

I have no inspiration

 

I dont have any ideas

Not even a picture to draw

 

The page just lays there

Staring back at me

 

I attempted to read your writing

The words were too close together

 

All jumbled

They made no sense

 

I wonder

Am I alone

 

Did the poets and writers of old

Have times like this

 

Did Wordsworth

Burns

 

Or Coleridge

I know he was often dancing with opium the fairys

 

Did they have days

Of blankness

 

I wonder

 

Wild Rose

April 2019

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

All writers had days where they couldn't write. Hemingway struggled. Hard to write when the mind is tire. I read other folks poetry when my mind is working. I listen to song and read. Usually awake my pen. Thank you dear friend for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Coyote > I can always rely on a good comment from you
We had recently had a multitude of problems - nothing really serious or life threatening.
Just minor stuff that adds up

Then they are all gone and your mind "takes a rest"
Well that is how I put it

[Wild Rose]

Forgot to say thanks for reading 'Nowt' and replying

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I see that master of allegory has stolen the show with his retort, "Wordsworth Wordless, Burns Burned out...and Coleridge stone Cold with nothing coming" Loved it!
Now the poem. Likie jacob said drought, poverty of thought even, hits every writer. I am just glad not to be writing under a copy of publication deadline!

[Wild Rose]

Thank you John > NO!
I wouldn't like to be writing for a deadline
Had enough cycling to order when in the forces for National Service

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am sure they did...we all have days and pages of blankness...the muse does her thing...we enjoy or suffer the consequences...you made me imagine Wordsworth Wordless, Burns Burned out...and Coleridge stone Cold with nothing coming...his Eagle not finding its prey and just sitting upon that crag with no purpose.
and what was that song? "Mama said there'd be days like this"--

a very relatable piece of work here.
j.

[Wild Rose]

Yes Jacob I an sure they did
Just thought I would share the Doldrums with you all

[jacob erin-cilberto]

is well done....

and if you have a moment...give me a visit sometime...

j.