there comes a time for us all i'm sure
when inspirational thoughts arrive no more
instead my day is bursting and full
least that's my excuse, or am I pulling the wool
yet i miss that mood when inspiration struck
excited by thoughts, running a-muck
crafting a poem filling page after page
which filled up the wastebin with frustrated rage
putting thoughts into words a conjourers game
and the best i can offer seems rather lame
but there's a space for me waiting, ...on the MPS site
so i offer up this scribbling, a load of old .......
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2021 05:40
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Spot of writer's block?! Erm, good write though dusk.
There seems to be a word missing
At the end of this rhyme
Was it lost in the night
Or did you run out of time
Or could you not fine the word
That could rhyme with this site.
Andy
That line was left open
for the creative mind
with the eventuality
they'd find something which rhymed
(great write Dusk, wonderful flow!
and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply)..
'trite? maybe, but reads relatable and true to me
distance is a tool of progression, as much as effort
it allows us that landscape perspective we lack, at times
so lament that short-lived streak of stolen spontaneity
for in our complaining, we are calling - out
to poetry's merciful deities
once more: let those floodgates of creativity
burst this momentary lull
and let our Poetic mind's, ink
free and without restraint, knowing
like all things, this too
will one day, be taken away'..
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