I don't know.
I cannot write poetry.
The words, themselves, don't know how to wind out.
As I spill from inside to out with ink,
made of thoughts,
with quill made of will, I push.
I pull theese thoughts out from some dried up well.
I shake up ink from the bottom of someplace.
I cannot.
I Don't know where they come from.
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Author:
Sarah_and_Elizabeth (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2016 19:51
- Comment from author about the poem: A flicker of fancy expressing my feelings toward the creative process.
- Category: Reflection
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You can write poetry.
The well isn't dry and the words come out just fine. I think you already know you can't force it. When it comes to you it will flow.
Very true, but sometimes a poem procrastinates and inspiration is shy. Sometimes it is up to me to shake it loose and will her free! Sometimes I must ask inspiration, kindly, to flow for me!
wonderfully written and love the title!
Thankyou! My thoughts are usually willy nilly. I am attempting to give them some structure. If I post anything else, please feel free to leave comments and critiques!
well i happen to love willy and sometimes nilly...when nilly is good 🙂 shall read anything you write...maybe send me a notice when you do.
Who doesn't like a little willy nilly from time to time? That's how our minds work half the time anyway! In general I think alot of us tend to forget we have minds to tend to. So all brains are a little all over the place unless you explore and tame them, learning to frame them in new and (hopefully) better ways. *end of ramble*
smiling! i know, tis almost better than oreo cookie time....almost. nah! lol WOW, even your rambles are poetic...so not fair! 🙂
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