Barren fields…empty places
Mind devoid of idea and rhyme
Sterile imagination…featureless faces
Webs in memories, frozen in time
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Guess I'm the poet that doesn't exist! This has never happened to me, every time I pick up my pen and listen to music the poetry flows continually and instantaneously for days on end. Write from one to 122 poems every day. Just lucky I guess. Thank you for sharing, it has shown me how normal poets experience this. RoseAnn
Just how I feel right now. In four months I submitted 96 poems (I have since deleted three of my weakest ones) . They just kept popping into my head. I always had three or four ready to submit at any time, and now they have suddenly stopped. But I don't mind at all. For now I am content just to read the poems of others.
How true - the poem tells what we sometimes experience: Writer's Block. Great write!
I agree with Brian [below]... and I don't think an artist or poet exists that hasn't been in the place you write about. Well done. Shirley
Based on this, I think the pen has a whole lot of ink left. Really well done... and something we can all relate to.
Poignant, descriptive, and insightful poem, written in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. A compelling and witty composition. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.