Grasping At The Fragments

My mind lingers behind on words I have said,

And my fingers waver, pining for the touch of ink.

Inspiration has left me, throwing behind

Nothing but recycled phrases and clichés.

Don’t they all sound identical?

Me, I can’t tell my pieces apart.

Laughter still rings in the air;

The hummingbirds still sing,

But their songs fall to deaf ears;

To a mind that can’t put lyric-less songs into words anymore.

Inspiration left without a goodbye,

Taunting me as I grasp at ends,

Trying to gather together the fragments of my mind.

Alas, the mind of a poet can only do so much;

Only so many words can pour fourth

Before the mind retreats into an empty shell,

With a jaded poet to go with it.

Author's Note

This was written a little while ago, in the same state of mind as I was while writing Muse Wanted (http://www.alicialoh.com/2010/11/muse-wanted.html and http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/SignedMe/631400/). The words are pretty easy to interpret, so feel free to take it however you want.

Reviews

[Steph's_romantic_myster..]

one simple word says it all

Excellent!

[OT]

this is a good write!! I like the imagery presented and some of the phrases - "inspiration left without goodbye" - and "the mind of a poet can only do so much" is my favourite - and true!! nice!

[Frank (spelled with a "..]

This is marvelous.
Inspiration is such a marvelous thing, and so many people spend much of their life looking for it. But it's so fickle, isn't it?
Your words expressed this completely perfectly, I think.

[sarah]

This is amazing

[Adelia Alighieri]

I think this is splendid. You chose the perfect words and they put out the best meaning. I like this a lot. Well done!

[just_a_figment]

Wow this is amazing- great job setting a tone and perfect word choice!

[Dalebear]

Good write