Ah, but what to write?

Cheeky Missy

 I used to come with eagerness
And pen within my grasp
To reams of paper---all to write
Whate'er my thoughts'd demand; 
I'd fill the pages line by line, 
With thoughts so int'resting.....
I loved to read what I did write, 
And others too were pleased.

.....But now I drag my feet and pen
So limply in my hand.........
I cannot think just what to write, 
....My paper empty stands; 
And other's mailboxes empty lie
Because I cannot be:
The snazzy writer I had thought, 
With lines to gay to read.


JAN04

  • Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2011 00:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Marius

    This beautifully exposes the feelings one gets from writing and reading their own creations as well as the dreaded writer's block when nothing seems to work. I loved it.

    • Cheeky Missy

      Thank you very much...I appreciate your comment and assessment.....you got it! Sweet. I'm glad you liked it.



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