Writing
Is
A lot like
Playing
With your food
You
Move words around
On
A piece of paper
For awhile
Then
Feed it
To the dog
Writing
The Well Ran Dry
I had
Big plans
Grandiose ideas
Ready
To commit
To paper
But alas
My pen only
Sputtered
Spitting out
But a few
Meager
Drops of brilliance
Before coming to
A screeching
Halt
End of
Story
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Ink
Drat…….Foiled Again
Relentless
Words
Bombard my
Head
So
Jazzed
I cannot go to
Bed
Grab paper and
Pencil
Scribble them
Down
Brilliant verse
At last
I’ve
Found
Close
Inspection
The next
Day
Confirms
Sleep deprivation
Never
Pays
FOWC: Jazz
A Lifetime Pastime
I am
A
Writer
Writing
Is
Me
From
The
Beginning
Meant
To
Be
MOLESKINES are my journal of choice.
I enjoy embellishing their plain covers
with photos from my archives.
Lens-Artists: Pastimes
Reluctance
Our precious words we lock away
Save them for a rainy day
Imprisoned in our minds they stay
Never see the light of day
Anxiously they pine away
Falling into disarray
Ideas once bright dimly glow
If only we could let them go
Across blank paper freely flow
Till new dawn the rooster crows
Weaving tales of wondrous lore
Shaking readers to the core
Alas, not yet, it’s far too soon
Maybe come next blue moon
One Word Sunday: Communication
From The Inside Out
locked inside journal
thoughts and feelings laid open
don’t misplace the key
Photo A Day Challenge: Books
Conundrum
Perhaps it’s
Not
So much
Nondescript
As
Insufficient
Verbal prowess
To
Do it
Justice
Out of My Write Mind 