I've lost my way
my insight has disappeared
out of sight
hiding somewhere in this rut.
stale ideas coat the air
like bad breath,
my imagination
is not fertile any more.
the lights have gone out
on my creativity,
I can't find any words
to fill the page.
I'm just staring in the dark,
hiding under blank sheets
on an empty bed
until somebody wakes me.
Hi Paul,
Funnily enough, this reminds me of an old Rush song called Losing It, which is also, in part, about a writer who has lost their inspiration:
Sadder still to watch it die/than never to have known it..
A recurring theme/nightmare for poets/artists, and thus, paradoxically (ironically) also offers a great subject and inspiration for us tortured souls. That's showbiz!
Suki
C?L, you are too funny. I fell asleep and woke up with chocolate all over my pants - a careless wispa ? from a good friend.......
droll...oh well, this poem was about lost creativity ?
<Deleted User> (13762)
Tue 28th Feb 2017 18:48
Thanks David, very wry but very funny! You couldn't prescribe anything just in case, could you?
Paul
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Paul Waring
Wed 1st Mar 2017 18:28
Thanks Suki, I really enjoyed reading your comments, absolutely on the money! It brought back memories of going to see Rush in concert in 1981 in Queensferry, North Wales.
oh dear, that's......urm, just 36 years ago ?
Paul