creativity has fled
feeling no thoughts
flowing rivers are dry
even dust lies still
cannot find the spark
no muse has come
sitting alone in my mind
looking out the windows
rain falls in my mind
gray overcast thoughts
draining the energy
leaving me exhausted
I hope for some sun
to lift the blahs away
bring back the spring
letting imagination grow
I miss the randomness
of the eclectic thoughts
inspiring my dreams
feeding me words
perhaps being stable
is not such a good thing
for the overall condition
of my wild imagination
sometimes its tough to grow up.
Ahhh, so that's the goal - to grow up? That last stanza, "Perhaps being stable..." is EXTREMELY good (and it almost rhymes). I love it.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the way weather patterns paralleled today's mind. In truth, it should parallel electrical metaphors, I think.
Did I jinxed you? Hope not.
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