Uninspired, lacking fire and passion in my forlorn haze,
sullen and despondent in a cumbersome daze.
I feel so alone, condemned to solitary tedium,
abandoned in this head I call a home.
Yet...
There is a peace in this vacant wonderland,
that leads me on, as if by the hand,
to carefree wonderment.
Possessing and caressing me, unbinding the
shackles of words that sometimes make me bleed.
The pain of miscreant thoughts and unwritten verse,
tear at my soul as though I've been cursed.
Striving to voice some mysterious incantation or give birth
to a realization the world may have never known.
And still...
I'm tired and offer up an empty cup, no profound ideas
or age old mysteries to be solved today.
I lie back in my endless wonder; relish these thoughts
and put asunder, fears that my well of words has gone dry.
My mind floats off to a distant shore, free from burden,
words that are yet to be spoken worry me no more.
I relent peacefully to an open mind; await the incoming tide
which reveals its treasure in the pearls of wisdom I seek to find.
Wade A.
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Bradley~ I think it's all the unknown life. Thank you! Yes, it has.
Lori~ Thank you! The calm sea was like an analogy for my mind that seems to be in a quiet state
Trista~ Thank you! You're very kind. It's nice to see you around.
Peter~ Thank you sir! I'm kind of "blocked" at the moment so I figured what better way to vent my frustrations about not being able to write than to write about the reason. I wish I were at peace with it the way I alluded though. I was fine with it while writing but now I feel uninspired again.
Julia~ Thank you! I must confess, the sea wasn't really an inspiration. Well, not outright at least. I just thought of the incoming and outgoing tide as a perfect metaphor for the way inspiration comes and goes.
Sue~ You flatter me so! Thank you! I love the sea at night, it clears my head.
(always live in denial)
ha ha
Good advice Peter!
Lisa~ Thank you so much! Your words are a chalice of truth and honesty.
Mariana~ Wow! Two comments. I am honored and in bliss that you enjoy my poetry.
I'm going to the mountains.
"There is peace in this vacant wonderland,"
You found an important secret. It's funny how we both have seen so many of the same traits and attributes in our basic personalities and experiences -- or how we reacted to similar experiences -- and how even now we refuse to let this drought, that may have parched our tongues, bring us to our knees and then on the flat of our backs on the dry, cracked clay-beds that was once the fathoms deep source of our inspiration. Now we let "[our minds] drift off to a distant shore,"
As you can probably tell, Wade, my brother, this poem has been an encouragement to me. Thanks.
Of course, you've written a poem in spite of yourself. Love how that works. You can't not be poetic. Must be the waves and the sweet blue-night air, Wade. Perhaps this signals a change in style, content, this wait? Whatever, I look forward to your incoming tide.