The pen feels heavy in his hand
the mind is unable to settle upon a complete thought
he becomes sick from the site of the blank paper
steering at this empty space he is powerless
resistant but finally surrenders
he throws his weapon upon the blank surface
refusing to give up he picks up the tool once again
he begins to Imagine a great poet behind it who is about to create a masterpiece
Instead he becomes an amateur artist drawing lines on a page
There is something he has to say but the words escape him
important things on his mind but the thoughts are unstable
Frustrated he once again disarm himself
head buried in his hands he attempts to stabilize his vision
to recapture the creativity that escapes him today
He paces and his ashtray becomes filled and glass becomes empty
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day
for today with as much has he as seen
As beautiful as the morning sun were
As grateful as he is to life
He remains uninspired
Roe posted on Jan 10, 2008
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Comments
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lalalalalala said on Jan 11, 2008....
awwww the inspiration will come when you least expect it! best of luck to you Roe!
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wakingharmony said on Jan 11, 2008....
I could only wish to be blessed with such words!