loosing interest-
like night without the sky
encountering blank.
feeling stagnant -
like bird without wings
bereft existence.
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11 comments:
I've been there. The good old half-way through and can't see the end.
Oh, I know that feeling only too well!
Been there too! Generally a good time to go sailing or whatever reenergizes the soul. :-)
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!!:)
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
when i feel like that i do just what you did.. try a haiku or a limerick... anything to get the juices flowing.....
I have mentioned this poem at PWB. Thanks for being on our blogroll.
i like the way night disengages itself from its world in this one...
beautiful poetry.
"Bereft existence" is a powerful way to finish this -- nice work.
So beautifully depicted
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