Blank page before me I've no inspiration,
Words come and go but mean nothing at all,
So why waste my time as I stare from my window,
In thought as I'm waiting for someone to call.
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Oh Andrew, I wish I could reach through and hug you..... Even your writtings with no inspiration have turned into a master piece in my heart.... Cheer up my frined, I know you have been through alot, but your writtings have been able to make so many of us so happy...... I enjoyed this as we all experience this to one degree or another.... Stay well.. Bonnie
So sad when inspiration is not forthcoming. This is put so well in this piece of poetry and again is a pleasure to read. I have the same problem at the moment, all seems negative poem wise. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A truly fine poem, my friend. When you have a lack of inspiration, you write a beautiful poem about, of all things, lack of inspiration. A true poet indeed. I can truly relate to this one, as my inspiration has always appeared in 'spurts, ' (short bursts, followed by sometimes, long dry spells) . Thanks, and I agree with Duncan, 'You are much loved' Richard
Comfort beyond the blank glare of the page, you are much loved Andrew, Take care and remember the wonderful influence that you have on us Love duncan X
Great read Andrew! ! Don't fear, the words shall come and flow again The mind sometime, it needs 'a rest' Give it till the morrow, then put it to - the test! ! *10*! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad
Blank page, of course...but full of pain...tear drops, why? For you are lost with out reason...that is a feeling, real heavy...natural, the mind tending to converse with self and finding out words meaning less...a poem, out speaking well written 10
A blank page, alone...to nothingness, living like dust existing but no meaning at all...Thanks, great write.....
Absolutely incredible. Exactly what I love to read. Well written. Touching and powerful. Awesome talent. DC