dry season

writer's block

dry season

 

the well is dry

my words without

your inspiration

cease to flow...

annoying is the constant

drip...drip...drip...

of partial thought...

paucity of feeling ...

just a taste to torment

but not enough

to be redeemed...

it would be easier to just

stem the flow

of  ideas...love...longing

and never write again

of you and me

or endless bliss...

 

...or would it?

 

I sit alone...as if stranded

on the shoulder of a road

between two destinations...

unable to move forward...

unwilling to go back...

nothing  of worth

to keep me here...

idle...

wanting...

waiting for a touch from your lips...

a whisper of your breath on my skin

a trace of your finger

to make my spirit move...

my words flow

like an Artesian spring...

 

 

 

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

ahhh~ but the muse isn't a detached blossom~ at all~ the muse is the root in the soil of our individual gardens~ this poetic itself proves that in its moving touch~touching~

[Ed Hart]

it never used to be that way, then the IWW invented itself and everybody caught the fever; even the muse collectivized and got unannounced and indeterminate vacations, and there isn't even a complaint department, anywhere