Paralyzed Pen






No words from my pen.
Want inner peace, and amen.
Plus, God's rules, all ten.

      Rhymed Senryu
         12/14/2020

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Watt Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 11:26 PM
Amen. My pen has been lost lately, figuratively speaking. Inner peace is the ultimate goal on earth, is it not? And I love your reference to the Big Ten ~ John
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December 14, 2020 at 11:38 PM
Inner peace makes for outer peace. The Big Ten.))) ~ are an big help. And avoiding negative nabobs with Poisonous narratives. You are marvelous and gifted poet. No words slapped on paper. I call pretend poetry, Pangie xx
Wolf Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 6:06 PM
Sounds like you've run into a 'stone' wall as well... Here's to Relaxation and Ease, gw
Romios Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 6:20 PM
Walls came tumbling down, Gershom. )))) As in Jericho.. Pangie xx
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December 14, 2020 at 4:10 PM
Hello Panagiota, oh I like this Panagiota sometimes words from the pen does not come easy. When it does the pens flow. Hugs Darlene xx
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December 15, 2020 at 9:31 AM
Hello Panagiota, yes I do understand writers block. When the pen does not want to create words, it is hard to write. Merry Christmas my friend. Darlene xx
Romios Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 4:18 PM
Hello Darlene..Ah, so you understand. Then, when Centered, I can pen again. Warm Yuetide Wishes, Your friend, Pangie xx
Mcintosh Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 3:36 PM
Love it. God B L E S S you
Romios Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 4:00 PM
Howdy Poetess. Always have enormous respect for commenters like you, Chantelle and Darlene. Why is that! because you are consistent. This is as concrete as I can be. Thank you. Pangie xx
Cunningham Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 2:32 PM
The dreaded wall or the inkwell has dried up, it happens to us all. You cant force a poem, Well I cant anyway. Take a break and soon the thoughts will come back and the inkwell will be overflowing again. Tom
Romios Avatar
December 14, 2020 at 2:48 PM
Yes, they will. Thank you Pangie
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