Sunday minus inspiration
brings the need to write a poem.
What’s to do but look for words –
a treasure hunt without direction
Dropped a wordle to my inbox,
words galore in pink variety.
Still nothing speaks to me with beauty
sense and significance in a sulk.
Letters thrum across the page
urging me to risk them.
Courage on strike, I lay down my arms,
trip in shame at nothing achieved.
When will it be Monday?
Find more sensible solutions at Brenda’s Sunday Whirl. Also, this is all that I can summon up for Octpowrimo Day 11
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Sometimes it gets difficult to make a start. Words seem to desert us at that critical moment!
Hank
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I loved your write Viv .. and enjoyed the iconoclastic – when will it be Monday – ending!
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You did a wonderful job with those words and sent me to the dictionary again. Thrum is not a word used here that I’ve heard. Learned something new. 🙂
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Ummm, I know that angst well and how well you write about it. I have done the same, more often than I would want to admit. It’s far better than tearing out my hair or self-flagellation, to just write about it. Brava!
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/10/11/this-thing-that-i-do/
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Thanks Elizabeth. It is frustrating when ideas won’t come, specially during Octpowrimo.
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Those particular words immediately took on significance for me – a trip to the hospital through heavy traffic etc on Friday … but not a poem!
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I think you’ve waxed pretty eloquent about being unable to find words… Most of us don’t find ourselves longing for Monday much, though!
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That’s a pretty good chunk of nothingness! Rang as few bells with me.
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Sunday minus inspiration – oh yes, that happens a lot..funny how not being inspired can often lead to very good words which are far from slothful – rather direct..pinky and springy!
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I always feel I have to write SOMETHING.
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Certainly that must be most of our feeling that as we start to sort the words out hoping they behave themselves with a bit of coaxing.
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