Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Tidbits



loosing interest-
like night without the sky
encountering blank.


feeling stagnant -
like bird without wings
bereft existence.


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11 comments:

WriterKat said...

I've been there. The good old half-way through and can't see the end.

keith hillman said...

Oh, I know that feeling only too well!

Scott Clawson said...

Been there too! Generally a good time to go sailing or whatever reenergizes the soul. :-)

Just someone said...

I can imagine - with all that you do
but I love the way you put that feeling into words...
keep up the good work! We are rooting for you!!:)

lissa said...

that's how I feel sometimes when I can't write a thing, or when my mind refuse to work.

you pinpoint the feeling exactly

paisley said...

when i feel like that i do just what you did.. try a haiku or a limerick... anything to get the juices flowing.....

writerwoman said...

I have mentioned this poem at PWB. Thanks for being on our blogroll.

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crimsonflaw said...

i like the way night disengages itself from its world in this one...

beautiful poetry.

Nathan said...

"Bereft existence" is a powerful way to finish this -- nice work.

Fenny said...

So beautifully depicted