Drained

I have no words this sleepy night
that fill my tongue with flair 
my soggy brain's not sharp or bright
more just supports my hair.

The burning flame that fuels the pen
to scribe the shooting stars
has dwindled down to ash again
to leave block's ugly scar.

A good night's rest, my fondest wish
and what will fill the well
with swirling, eager, wordy fish
(the clever ones- no smell).
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
May 27, 2011 at 9:57 PM
oh, where have you gone, sweet Kris?? You are missed!
Haick Avatar
January 15, 2011 at 1:57 PM
This is pretty unique, Kris..Writers' block is a tough place to be in...I get upset and luckily there's always some distraction around the bend. Have a great weekend! Always, Annalise
Quintero Avatar
January 15, 2011 at 6:22 AM
I like this..I just wrote one with a similar theme. Protected Literary Soul. Enjoyed this a lot. Thanks for sharing. Jodie Q
Goff Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 8:59 PM
original....sweet, smooth flow....nice! Kris!!! jimbo
Dietrich Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 8:12 PM
hahaha, this is so cute a write on writer's block. Comparing words to fish. I have a sonnet on that as well, words as goldfish!! SO nice to see you here, Kris. Please post a bunch!!!
Pettit Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 7:56 PM
A nice poetic way to describe writer's block-a common 'ailment' among fine writers. You've got good words and rhyming in this presentation.
Falotico Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 5:04 PM
interesting write.... a poet's words said so well...Michael
Devonshire Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 5:02 PM
Kris, when I have writers' block, I usually go fishing (for thoughts as well as real fish). Sometimes being at one with nature can provide inspiration. This is clever and funny! Love, Carolyn
A   Avatar
January 14, 2011 at 4:42 PM
I feel like this with no words to say.. he he he.. that is why.. i wrote the "Black Rain" haiku for fun.. well i'm glad to say i'm clever so my fich and words don't smell .. i think,,, have a nice one,..p.d.
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