A WRITER’S MALADY
Words that used to excite me
seldom do more than bore.
Whatever disease I suffer,
there’s no apparent cure.
A poem locked in my head,
tales that beg to be told,
remain unreleased on paper
from imagery grown cold.
Finding light in the darkness,
escaping talents that mock,
I desperately seek relief from
crippling writer’s block.
Weekly poetry prompts drawing inspiration from a selected quote from the BrainyQuote website.
THIS WEEK'S QUOTE PROMPT:
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. Mary Garden
My biggest excuse to others and myself was that I had writer's block, as if it was some kind of illness. Mary Garden
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
#47 - I would so much like young people to have a sense of the gift that they are. Not many of them feel like that. John Denver
ADVICE
A hill becomes a mountain.
The earth becomes too big.
The future breaks apart sometimes,
like stepping on a twig.
But obstacles that hide the way
are not that hard to breach.
The means for overcoming trials
is well within your reach.
You have the power in your hands
to set the world ablaze.
So recognize the gift you are
and conquer stormy days.
A hill becomes a mountain.
The earth becomes too big.
The future breaks apart sometimes,
like stepping on a twig.
But obstacles that hide the way
are not that hard to breach.
The means for overcoming trials
is well within your reach.
You have the power in your hands
to set the world ablaze.
So recognize the gift you are
and conquer stormy days.
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