Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Left For Dead

My mind's a blank, a non-think tank
  The garden of my thoughts overgrown and rank

Inspiration has fled, left me for dead
  The rivers of passion dried up, fully bled

I stare at the page -- it stares right back
  Mirror image of a literary hack

I look at the sky; the ceiling blocks it
  Out the window -- darkness mocks it

O, for a metaphor... O, for a simile
  O, for a tiny ray of sweet poetry!

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Michelle Faulkner September 23, 2018 at 4:03 PM This will inspire me the next time I get creatively 'stuck,' thank you for this 'tiny ray of sweet poetry!' A Fav! Gershon Wolf September 23, 2018 at 4:51 PM It's always special when a poem is selected as a Fav---and especially when it's a Fav of yours, Michelle. Thank you so much. Best wishes, Gershon

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 22, 2018 at 9:03 AM Fantastic. Take that muse! ;) Lovely to read you this morning my friend. xomo Gershon Wolf September 22, 2018 at 9:10 PM Maureen, you are the sunshine of my poetry life. Thank you so much! :) gw

M. L. Kiser September 21, 2018 at 5:44 PM Bide your time Gershon; inspiration always brings it back, eventually. One day you'll pick up that pen and boom...you'll write for hours. Well done. Gershon Wolf September 21, 2018 at 6:13 PM M.L., I am deeply indebted to you for all the support you've given me, not to mention all of your sage advice. Thank you, and here's to a burst of sunshine! Most appreciated! Best always, Gershon

Jan Allison September 21, 2018 at 4:26 PM Oh a poem I can relate to so much at the moment as I've been suffering from a dry spell and my muse has been away on a long holiday. So glad your muse has returned:-) hugs Jan xx Gershon Wolf September 21, 2018 at 6:11 PM Oh, Jan. You and I have truly been on long holiday. All I can think of is: I wish I had a slightly naughty limerick from Jan to lift me out of this funk. I can almost feel one coming... Best wishes always, my friend, Gershon