The words still refuse to come.
Sitting stout and rigid they wait
gloating, their flexibility forsaken
poetry put to bed and forgotten.
Do words get old? stiff and arthritic
afraid to move for fear of falling
and fracturing the fragile bones
that once allowed them to dance.
- Susannah Bec 2010
27 comments:
Brilliantly written!
Words sometimes do elude. And so, when they are available, one must agree to dance along.
Your words (and your Muses) need a vaction once in awhile too, y'know!
Take a break, go do something you've never done before, something you've always wanted to do, no matter how insubstantial it seems.
Your Muses will sing again soon.
Oh I have so been there! Love this poem, especially the last two lines! Your words will soon dance again!
Kim and Sherry I am sure I will be dancing again very soon! and thanks very much for the advice Eric ;-)
Good to see you all, thanks for visiting.
I have lulls sometimes, but I find that when I do come back, it's stronger than ever.
The words are sleeping. Shhhh! When they wake, they will love you all the more, Susannah. ;-)
Thanks Shay. :-)
Good to see you. x
Su, to be able to write is akin to living in God. The muse is strongest when you are running towards or away from Love. In between are the vacation spots. Worry Not :)
Good to see you Rajesh, thanks for visiting. :-)
And yet - somehow - they came!
Beautiful.
"stout and rigid... gloating"!
Perfect.
:-)
Thanks Alice. :-)
I love this!~ Feels so known.
Lady Nyo
I know that feeling! But may I say? - the elegance of these words dancing on the page belies the writer's writers block. :) Love it!
Lady Nyo, thank you. :-)
It is good to see you here.
gospelwriter, thank you so much for visiting and for your kind words. :-)
the muse on vacation?
good opportunity for you to take a break... :)
Maya, that's a great way of putting it, I like that. :-)
Good to see you. x
Julia Cameron says we are to regularly take ourselves out on an Artist's date. Go somewhere new, commit gluttony of the eye. It works. And your poem is decidedly not Writer's Block. The Block is only a feeling. The poem is the reality and the fact,
Elizabeth
I think that words never get brittle and old - they are just waiting for the writers and the poets to visit so they can conjure up magic together once again - whenever (and wherever) it might happen.
Your poem expressed this so well.
Well said Elizabeth! :-)
Good to see you.
Lightverse, that is so true and so well put. Thank you very much for your comment, it is appreciated. :-)
Awesome writing.
Thanks ZouxZoux, it is great to see you here. :-)
Do words getting old? Wow! Probably not but maybe what today seems important the next day one could think, no, it's not important!?
Micheala, good to see you. x
We don't get that down here...
Bundaberg Rum and Coke unblocks everything!
Rallentanda, lol, I love that. :-)
Thanks for visiting.
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