Notice of absence from arqios
Hoping to get back to more standard interaction soon. Didn’t anticipate the toll on my personal time of late, So please forgive this current post-and-run M.O. 🙏🏻🕊️
Hoping to get back to more standard interaction soon. Didn’t anticipate the toll on my personal time of late, So please forgive this current post-and-run M.O. 🙏🏻🕊️
They came for the feast of phrases,
gathered ‘round the wordless flame.
Empty cups clinked, unsated,
as the poet shrugged—his muse unspoken.
“There’s no story here,” he muttered,
his mind a drought-struck desert.
And so they sat, grasping shadows,
a poem promised but never served.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Welcome back to my poetry (feed); this little one being in part inspired by the song: “Pub With No Beer.” Hope you enjoy “clink”
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Welcome back to my poetry (feed); this little one being in part inspired by the song: “Pub With No Beer.” Hope you enjoy “clink”
Me does.
Hey there! It's good to be back. Thanks 🕊️🙏🏻
Notice the words : “wordless flame, empty cups, unsated, shrugged, muse unspoken. “There’s no story here,” drought-struck desert, grasping shadows, never served.”
All these point to an experience common to poets : mental block. A moment or period in time when your inspiration deserts you. You feel helpless, clueless. You struggle to produce, to invent, to compose. But the words and ideas do not come through. The most impactful writings spring from exceptional inspiration. And inspiration is beyond conscious control. It just happens to you. When it does, you must seize it and make the most of it. Not for your own sake, but for the sake of humanity, for whom we write really.
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Thanks kindly Soman🕊️🙏🏻
Magical words a fave
Thanks Soren🕊️🙏🏻
But your poem got server arqios,m well done.
Andy
Thanks Andy, just glad it did 🕊️🙏🏻
A lovely write, welcome back
Thanks PL/TN 🕊️🙏🏻
You are very welcome
Wonderful write. Speaks to me of writer's block among other things. Of course it could mean far more than that. That was just what hit me initially. And, writer's block very much is like a bar with no beer, an oasis with no water, a marriage with no love. Wonderful write! 🌹👏 You and I appeared to disappear and reappear on our poetry feeds at the same exact time! You didn't happen to go to Disney World, did you? 🤣
Oh I wish! And mainly because I’ve never been 😬🙏🏻🕊
The unslaked thirst for a poem - the clink of empty cups, a hollow toast, indeed and yet this fine, fine poem squeezed out of the drought to quench the reader's desire for, as I've said, a fine, fine poem. ... and now to stock the, 'Pub With No Beer' - I could do with a pint - Slainte Mhath!
I trust you are in fine fettle,
Tony.
Quite fine indeed, dear Tony. Some things in life we muddle through betwixt intermittent skipping. We shan’t be bogged down for long. Thanking thee 🕊🙏🏻
despite thinking you could not, you did serve
bravo
keep it up - the words will flow naturally
Thank you kindly Safina...my thoughts are not always that realistic. You are too kind.🙏🏻🕊️
actually when i read some of the lovely poems that are shared here i always wonder how my simple attempts at verse could ever compare with the rest - so self doubt is an infliction that most of us have - and yet we do tend to overcome it, and keep the thoughts and words flowing
Most assuredly so. May we all be blessed🕊🙏🏻
amen
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