Open Poetry #9 |
Uninformed |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Sitting in my chair trying to think of some lines, Hoping to write a poetry that rhymes, Thoughts come by once and again, As this poet gets ready to began, Staring at the white screen in hope of some sign, An idea or two coming to my mind, First line is written, but the next one remains hidden, It seems the words themselves have become forbidden, A poem needs to be made, And a lot of things need to be said, It needs to be thought provoking, With a bit of invoking, Searching for ideas a poem has formed, To what degree I was to remain uninformed? Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
LOL my friend sounds like a BAD case of writers block to me...nicely worded...just give it time it will come back to you |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Thanks paula for the support. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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