Poetry Soup Ponderings

Popped in again here at the Soup I'd spent too long out of the loop I skimmed the blogs to find the scoop of what's been dished among this troupe Checked in to see a friend or two Read lovely rhymes, on list of "new" My own muse, dead! not much to do In need of welcome of the crew When words won't come, and heart is weak and days are colored grey and bleak when silence triumphs need to speak You long for just a little peek To read a poem, colored fair and see the souls who dare to bare their joys and sorrows without care I long to tell them, "I'll be there." I long to write and share my soul this urge, at times above control to be immersed and not to scroll though lines of yours than can console And so I stop my work to write My uncle passed away last night this sadness suffocates the light Yet, life goes on with speed and might A word, a thought, a single line that all is well, a little sign Poetic rest at friendship's shrine I'll carry on; all will be fine. Eileen Manassian