Tag: writing

Writer’s Block

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I realized a month or so ago that I have not written in ages.  And it made me a little sad.  I usually write when my life is in turmoil, so maybe it’s a good sign?  But I really think it’s because I’ve been working so much that I’ve been mentally drained, and the poetry just wasn’t coming to me.  But recently that is starting to change.  Little bits and pieces are starting to pop into my mind.  Attending a show with live poetry readings helped as well.  I also intend to use this blog as more of an outlet for my thoughts and feelings as I do not really express them well to others in person.

So if you are reading this, I hope you don’t mind listening in whatever form my telling comes in.

Blessed be

~Dee

Frustration

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words, locked inside
I try to shake them loose
like a child with a rattle

the stupid little ball is
stuck, like gum on the
bottom of your shoe

so I drag it across the surface
like a polar bear does its prey
yet all I see are ghostly images

I run it across my tongue
thinking that I can coax it
to come to life

those damn ghosts still
haunt me, taunting me
with the echos of my thoughts

I grab my lighter
thinking that I can torture it
force it to my will

and yet it still resists me
and now those ghosts
are laughing at my efforts

so I give in, tossing the object
of my frustration over my shoulder
and head for the keyboard

Who’s laughing now?

Shadows

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I once walked in shadows
Not lost, but aimless
Not lonely, but alone
Not broken, but bruised

Now I walk in the sun
Warmth and love surrounds me
Its light allows me to see

Where I once was aimless,
there is a path
Where I once was alone,
I am no longer
Where there once were bruises,
are signs of healing
and Hope has replaced complacency.

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Come Dance

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Catching the poet
At work and at play
As they put pen to page
Their frozen words on fire

Silent roads they build
Endless places they go
With bleeding pens and
Retractable hearts
Their strokes
Painting life with words

All those things they say
To give your heart wings
To capture the moments we miss
creating photographs with words

Like stealing glances of life
In a virtual coffee shop
Of all the glittery little things
A self portrait
Of a species living together

These crazy dreams we dream
So that new stars may shine,
That secret place we keep apart
Because deep are these solaces we hide
Where words are left to play alone
Echoing endlessly

They let the pipers play on paper
They capture the marching
of our individual beats
The best of every
season of our Lives
That we carve into
the woodwork of our hearts

So what are you waiting for?
I find myself right now
wanting to join them
For you to say “and what
Is this? Whatever in the world?”

Well, Don’t just stand there!
Good grief already, join us
Put your pen to paper
And come dance with words

This piece was written in response to a poetry writing exercise. I don’t have the original list of words, but the usual was to select 5 or 10 from the list, and use them for inspiration. I always like to use the entire list, as it challenges you to really see how all these random words can be tied together. =)