Warm summer night
Sweat on my forehead
Cold drink at hand
Staring on a blank sheet
Scouring for words
Digging deeper
The more I get lost
My muse must have slept
Inspiration out of sight
Not a line coming out
What if I just sleep?
And turn off this notepad
Maybe in the morning
Ideas will flood
And my muse awaken
Now I am sure
Just click shut down
And then the screen
Will flicker
Until it turn black….
- Home
- No Label
- One of Those Nights
One of Those Nights
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Ahh...this situation is very familiar, and your wonderful poem captures it so well :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sam. It's a wonderful discovery when you can still express nothingness meaningfully.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter!
ReplyDeleteWISHING YOU AN EASTER DAY
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY!
MAY YOU HAVE A JOYOUS AND BLESSED EASTER!!
Yep just shut down for another day.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
cool indeed! :)
ReplyDeleteextraordinary,
ReplyDeleteI love summer nights memories,
sweat and cool at the same time..
Happy Potluck!
Visit a few entries near yours if you can..
A++