Rustic talents fading to a complete
halt; nothing to show for what was
but dried ink on silken paper...
Has the waning of years past forsaken
the abilities that once were?
Hopeless attempts conjure theories
of incapability, whisking away desired
ambitions along with feather pens and unwritten stories.
Perhaps utensils should remain immobile,
for the well of inspiration has since dried.
Author notes
Mood: Failure. Perhaps I'm just not good at this whole "writing" thing...
In a list
A contest entry
- How is your mood? Quicky by Meroza.
300 points, ended August 13, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love him ♥
Comments
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wow, this poem took my breath away. Perfectly written and expression right on!
Of what I can see now, your pretty damn good at writing, maybe it is that all-known writers block that has bit you.
Hope to see more of your work and best of luck
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lovely
beautiful poem, better than all mine put together! you are excellent at writing, amazing job
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I like this and it seems to me that you can still turn a good phrase like "Has the waning of years past forsaken the abilities that once were?" (I've been there!) and "theories of incapability". Been there too.
I like this write.
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