my voice is gone; my thoughts have flown away.
i find my mind devoid of things to say,
and yet the interest still exists in me
to set afire the words i cannot see.
but how - i ask - can one open a cage?
and how can one read from an empty page?
i try too hard and yet i see the truth:
i've lost the flow'r that sprouted in my youth.
what once was watered each and every day
has been allowed to wither and decay.
perhaps if i endure my grating style,
resolve to make my phrases more worthwhile,
lock insecurities outside the gate,
i'll return to younger self at later date.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Drip
i cannot get a steady flow
just a drip drip drip
my mind is clogged with rust
unused and unappreciated
i have no schedule
i have no consistency
so when i finally decide
its time to write
i drip drip drip
this pitiful attempt
to unstop the clog
should be ignored before its read
i wish i had consistency
i wish it were easy
but ease is a sign of
working below your level
its not easy
difficulty is a blessing
i need to embrace that idea
i must challenge myself
so i can advance
or i'll be stuck on the ground floor
just a drip drip drip
my mind is clogged with rust
unused and unappreciated
i have no schedule
i have no consistency
so when i finally decide
its time to write
i drip drip drip
this pitiful attempt
to unstop the clog
should be ignored before its read
i wish i had consistency
i wish it were easy
but ease is a sign of
working below your level
its not easy
difficulty is a blessing
i need to embrace that idea
i must challenge myself
so i can advance
or i'll be stuck on the ground floor
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