Wordy Rain

Repeat I'm drowning in repetition Blank I'm drawing a blank I see the words cascading down like heavy rain As they crash down my luck seems to fall upon the ones without connection ones without relevance How can a sparrow and sea coincide Unless that sparrow makes a trip across the sea to feel an endless summer breeze unless that sparrow nests upon a log drifting helplessly, carelessly along a sea peacefully How can a canvas become a dove unless I dabble in a bit of magic and turn this caricature into a flock of doves unless I grab a brush, mix it with paint and find a dove to color upon Dead somewhere in my head, something's dead like I'm in suspended animation like I'm stuck in an inaudible bubble and nothing is coming in while the words I could feed myself sink to the floor I mean I could write again for love I mean I could write again for hopefulness for loved ones I mean I could write again for determination I mean I could write again to fill the empty spaces upon this empty page but what's the point if I'm lost but what's the point if I create a jagged limerick without a punchline, without joy, without fun just an array of words which make no sense No, this isn't a moment of woe is me No, I'm not whining nor complaining I'm attempting to feed myself words aplenty to create the magic I'm known for... but I'm in suspended animation an inaudible chamber and I am just drawing a blank