O what can be done when things lose their novelty?
Or when cold reality replaces warm dreams?
Familiarity often seems to breed contempt.
What happens when our creative powers are spent?
Take a break, work with your hands on a project and then the words will flow again. Works for me, anyhow. Creativity is not constant, it is like nature with its ebbs and flows. If you push it you harm or kill it. Stay calm and wait upon the words. Nice poem...got me to think about this and that is as a good poem should. Thanks, Dominic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if there is no creativity in mind then this body is dead.......