i found solace too often
in penning poems
i found peace in placing words on
a plain white screen with the
tap tap tap of happy key strokes
leaving a trail of black print
like the footsteps of a fox at night
marking its hungry journey across
a field of freshly fallen snow
yet these days
the page of delightful promise
remains devoid of thought
and the words are left flying in the
ether of elusive nowhere
refusing to be caught
by the net of my imagination
for the benefit or otherwise of
readers of poetry
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The same malaise is haunting every last one of us until sometimes anymore I begin to crumble under the oppressive weight. Yet the birds sing songs my heart recognizes as later Spring songs, and the light is clearly the eye of Spring, whence I'm keeping my head above water, but not much else. Sorry for burdening you with that. Beautifully rendered with gorgeous imagery and a resonating, haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Missy. The winter has been harsh. I think we are all looking forward to spring. Your thoughts always welcome and appreciated.
A true poet never suffers empty thought, they are just hiding, eventually coming out like lava, I absolutely love this dearest Cassie 🌹💖
Hello Teddy, those thoughts and words that fly off into nowhere when the muse is being difficult always return sooner or later. Ever thankful for your continuing support of my efforts. Scraping through notebooks for new material:)
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Indeed I too become restless during the nonhunting season when one must put down and wait patiently for the next season to open. A great write Cassie with which I can identify.
When the muse goes walks about it can become difficult to harness thoughts and turn them into poetry. You don’t appear to experience that, so prolific a writer you are. I am currently scraping the barrel for inspiration. Many thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Even when you have empty thoughts you create a wonderful write, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for your thoughtful visit. Very much appreciated. Pleased you enjoyed this bit of nonsense.
You are very welcome
Foxy porting, nice! 🙏🏻🕊️
Now you have got me truly puzzled arqios, but I thank you for stopping by to comment on my notebook ramblings. Currently scraping the barrel for inspiration.
Well your net has certainly caught these beautiful words Cassie.
Thank you Andy for your kind words. Very much appreciated. Have a good day though it looks pretty dismal out there.
Time for a silent poem, if muse has dried up? They're easy to do. Here's the start of one:
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Just add as many stanzas as you wish (say 4,648), of however many lines (say 3,659) per stanza. Each stanza has the same 'words' - none! lol. Random numbers selected there.
Thank you Orchi, you have been most helpful 😂
Have a very happy Thursday.
Nice One Cassie
Soothing Foxy And Wistful
Thank you Reynaldo for stopping by. Have a beautiful Thursday dear poet.
All things must change & I'm betting that your current predicament (now ended by all accounts) is but one of those things .. it feels dreadful at the time but we both know it will eventually pass .. everything does, doesn't it Cassie .. just bide your time & take notes like wot I do .. Kindest regards to you & your muse .. Neville
Old notes here Neville, trying to complete stuff started but unfinished. They do come in useful though. Change isn’t easy but is a constant as you know. Thanking you for your kind regards and mine are sent to you too and sincerely so.
We’ve all been up against that ‘Brick Wall’, looking for inspiration, nothing coming. Then someone says something or you see something on the Television and it’s there . Usually other Poets have a theme and I think ‘I’ll write also of that subject’. Your poem defined that ‘Writer’s Block’ so well.
Thanks Kevin. My muse isn’t very reliable. I often have to go routing through old notebooks to find bits of scribble. It is a common thing for writers to have a block, though there are some who manage to write with ease. I managed a poem here though out of scraps. I appreciate your visit and your thoughts. Have a good day. .
and yet, you have penned this poem with some beautiful imagery. muse will strike again - don't worry, stay creative
Thank you dear Safina. I keep notes, lots of them for when I am scraping the barrel. They come in handy. My muse does love her holidays:)
ha ha, so does mine.. you know, i sometime get up in the middle of the night with a verse in my mind, and have learnt to jot it down asap because every time i thought i would expand on it in the morning, it was gone...
so your idea makes a lot of sense to me
I simply loved it. So relatable and so beautifully expressed. Stunning is the word!
Thank you everyone. I'm so glad you loved my poem ! ❤️
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