my quill,
eagerly awaits
to be dipped into
the inkwell
of my mind,
bewildered i be
as i sit -
thoughts dangle
like bats
upside down
in this cave of
darkness,
all i hear
is a slight fluttering,
then silence--
as i stare down
upon this
parchment
i see a freshly dug
grave and casket-
hard as i try
'my muse';
i cannot exhume~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Author:
Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2024 09:30
- Comment from author about the poem: kidding, i never lose my muse------ i'm a kidder....
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Lol! Writer’s block is a thing, but glad it has not hit me for a while. Though your muse is still intact, I like how you’ve played with the concept of not having anything to write, yet still trying to get something penned! Well done! 🌹👏
Howdy Tristan!! 👋 🤠
I've been lucky I haven't
had writers block in
many years. 😳 🍀
Thanks for visiting my friend
great a hearing from ya!!! 👍
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
I think you just did. I hear the spirit speak and see the writing on the wall.
Howdy my friend!! 👋 🤠
The spirit speaks true! 🙏
I'm all over it!🥳
Great a hearing from you!!🧐😋
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Go Thad...
Imagery great -
Enjoyed it mate.
Please be there tomorrow
With thoughts I can borrow...
Hii ya DaveOguy!! 🐶🐕🐩
Thanks for a stoppin' by!! 👍
I'll be here tomorrow
with thoughts you can borrow!
Can't promise, but I will try! 😜
Best regards ✌️ peace. Thad
That's good
I knew you would.... Take it easy, Thad.
Your muse will always be with you Thad, keep that quill writing.
Andy
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