I have drained the well of emotions, from it I draw only dust
Not a bucket full of devotions or a drop of lust
Dry runs the stream of thought, evaporated the spring of fear
Above ground my fruits rot, dried up the last tear
Want feeds starvation from its empty pocket
The mind's wheels of creation lack their chain and sprocket
All about seas to drink but all of it salted
Dried up is all the ink poetry has halted
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Oh no! Writer's block?!
Writer\'s block, the chopping block, the dock or what ever. Not that there aren\'t words it is just a common lot none having that spark that sets the pyre ablaze. Thanks for the read Orchi I appreciate the read and comment I\'m sure someone will bring some gas soon.
How about taking a little break
In order let things
Marinate?!
Thanks for the read and advice but at my age if I stop I'll rust up
Your Poem revolves around creative drought and emotional desolation. The poet expresses a profound sense of emptiness and an inability to access inspiration or deep feelings. that concentrates on the depletion of artistic vitality, using metaphors that compare the creative process to a well or stream that has dried up, causing frustration and a desire for revival.
I thank you Friendship for the review and interpretation that is on target. Your words are deeply valued and appreciated my friend
Sometimes the old muse just goes on holiday without telling you.
It then comes back like a meteor on heat.
I just check what Trumpy's up to, usually sparks something.
Thanks Paul for the read and support no don't do that it could cause a conflagration instead of a warm fire
That is true, though a beautiful Armada is a sight to see.
We will send for the navy then
A kind of dry low tide phase ? This muse so capricious...
Thanks so much Lorenz most muses are capricious as well as undependable but that is the world of inspiration.
Without the spark the pen has no power, I believe moving away from the situation, holiday time, even an hour could persuade the fores within to once again begin. lol oh but what do I know, I have a muse that drinks Red wine and Grappa ๐คฃ
Thank you Teddy for the review and supportive words they are most appreciated
An image-driven meditation on burnout and creative desolation. Well done.
Thanks so much for the read and comment they are most important to me
It is my pleasure.
Soren, this reads like an inventory of absence. Wells emptied, springs evaporated, ink dried upโฆeach image stacking into a quiet reckoning with creative and emotional barrenness. Itโs bleak, but itโs also honest, and in that honesty lies its power, my dear friend. Thank you for sharing this. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Thank you Tristan I appreciate the read and interpretation. Yes sometimes the muse goes to the John and you are not sure how long they will be gone.
LOL! Ain't that the truth, though! ๐ฏ Most welcome, my friend!
I have found too late that writing about non-writing is still writing so the self flagellation continued for quite a long time ๐๏ธ๐๐ป
Thanks Cryptic for the read and comment yes you are correct it is in another way filling a hole that was dug but not needed. Appreciate the read my my friend
Indeed. A very lovely read, Soren๐๏ธ๐๐ป๐คฉ
I have plenty of ink for you soren.
Andy
Thanks so much for the offer Andy I also appreciate your reads and kind words that so often lift spirts and turn positive directions.
Want feeds starvation from its empty pocket" absolute truth
Thank you so much for your read Aman it is most appreciated and valued
The loss of emotional flow can feel daunting. Enjoyed it Soren
Thank you so much Gray It is deeply appreciated
Iโm always intrigued by your work! Most times it can be relatable and your style is one Iโve come to enjoy! Great write!
You are very kind thank you so much for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated and valued
O sing unto the LORD a new song: sing unto the LORD, all the earth.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is appreciated
I was also thinking how you've set a cracking pace over the years!
Even if another poem never came (which is unlikely) your position as our elders statesman is secure, and we'll deserved.
Your generosity humbles me. Your kindness is most appreciated and valued
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