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OH , FOR AN IDEA!
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COMEDY. Some days my cranial synapses
Seem to delight in mental lapses.
I chew my pen, stare at the page,
But thoughts are padlocked in a cage.
I try and try to find the key
For genius to unlock in me.
No opening lines, no epilogue
Come shimmering through this barren fog.
Like a starless, moonless night
There is no form, there is no light.
No ray of wit to pierce the gloom,
No sparks of truth or wisdom loom
On the horizons of my mind.
No bright ideas of any kind
Present themselves. I sit there waiting,
Straining for thoughts emanating
Brilliantly......but in vain.
No dawn of ideas lights my brain.
Till finally, not one line completed,
I have to admit I'm defeated
By this mental, cloudy vapour.
Final result?....Just virgin paper.
Everyone goes through this. I know I have! It's that one moment when everything that matters rushes too fast and furiously to make any sense or nothing comes to mind at all. It's hard to deal with, but as writers, singers, etc. we deal with it. I'm glad you chose this to write about after I escaped this myself. God bless and take care.
'I have to admit I'm defeated
By this mental,cloudy vapour.
Final result?....Just virgin paper.'
Such a fitting ending to this cute piece, Eunice!
hahha... i suffer from such emptiness too.
I wrote this poem that was not posted - Inspirational. I am most glad if u wanna take a look k . I can email it to you.
Smilesz.
Wise words indeed. I think that we all go through it now and again.
Peace
Rob