Empty, my brain
Well, not exactly that
Thoughts jumble and tumble
Buzzing like a bee in a garden
Never landing for more than a brief moment
Flitting away before I can grab it
Contemplation, simply theory
I cannot focus or distill
Electrons firing and shooting
Like fireworks in my mind
Explosions of inspiration
Drifting away in sparks and smoke
My muse, confused and diffused
is not amused
I am a writer on hold
Indistinct and unsure
Words scorn me, sticking out their collective tongues
Prose turns to poetry
And I am lost
8 comments:
I stay lost so welcome to the dazed, amazed and confused club for the lost. LOL!
You know, you're not very convincing...
Groovy,
In prose, poetry, plain and verse,
our spirits you do lift so high.
Your words written, without rehearse,
we must all read as we go by.
Awwwww poor Groovy! Welcome to my world, I'm always confused!! lol I've just caught up with your last few posts and I must say, I'm quite impressed with the anniversary cake you made for your parents...it's beautiful. Love the family picture as well:-) Before I forget, thank you so much for pointing out to me that I had put the wrong name for ALEXANDER Graham Bell!! lol See? Told you, I'm always confused. hehe xoxo
Oh honey, I just spent yesterday with an Aunt and an Uncle who have senile dementia - - - you, by comparison, are not in the LEAST confused!!!!
The glass is half full - - - AT LEAST!!
Maybe your muse is on summer break... With mine.
Ok, Selma's writing prompts have helped with the short stories, but the manuscript is suffering.
Oh, and NaNoWriMo is about two months away. Hear that? It's my brain spinning into another round of "ACK! PANIC!"
ACK! PANIC!!!
If this is writer's block then I want to see some more. :0) You are wonderfully witty and so much fun. I am praising God for you today, you bless my life with so much joy my friend. :0)
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