ANXIOUS FINGERS

By moonphish

Tue, 28 Jun 2016
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i like to be creative
but so frantic, is my life
how can one spark a candle
when the winds are full of strife ?
.
i thought i'd reached a moment
where my mind was quite at ease
but my muse has felt abandoned
and is deaf to all my pleas
.
the sun shines bright around me
but i'm on a path so blind
my pen in anxious fingers
with no single thought in mind
.
i am not fond of deadlines
even ones i set myself
there's fuel inside my inkwell
and there's paper on the shelf
.
my muse still on vacation
not a postcard will she write
there's something in the shadows
but i can't turn on the light
.
i know it's not dementia
and for that, the lord, i thank
my pen in anxious fingers
but the canvas sadly blank
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Interesting, especially as you seem to  be writing quite a lot at the moment!
'there's fuel inside my inkwell and there's paper on the shelf' – a good way to put the point that useful thought and content and inspiration are needed. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by moonphish on

whenever i can't write i write about not writing...seems to give me a kick start....thanks Rhiannon