This is a little view into my mind, I had writers block or whatever and felt frustrated by it.
I want to sing with my thoughts, but I don't know the words.
I want to explain what I don't understand...my creativity is stillborn...my desire unfulfilled.
I am looking down into a quiet lake...my thoughts are just showing on the other side, but when I touch them...they disappear into the ripples and light.
If I could hold my breath, and step through the looking glass...I would find the words I search for.
If I could take my mind and remove it from distraction...I would have no limit to what I could express.
My thoughts flee from me...leaving behind a shadowy dream of phrases...words, characters, and ideas.
Left to smolder on... unheeded, and alone.
4 comments:
You are a poet in additon to your other talents :)
well, if that's what you do when you're stuck...
Very cool. Very creative expression of your lack of creativity.
thank you both.
wow, that's my girl! These girls of mine constantly amaze me. What wonderful adults they have become. They were great kids, too. Just read some of their blogs about their childhood, ha.
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