I Am Anaya Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

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The Ink Has Dried

Pitifully, it seems my volcano has erupted—Somerset Mougham

Awaiting ink and feather to perform, my volcano has erupted
Gloomy den, I listen to crackling fire, nothing of worth to pen
Suffer to produce work that last forever, an unwritten rule inducted                                                                               
Cupped in hand, a cobalt bottle, I rub it, and call on its Jinn
Last resort, I sort out the day’s events, journals I’ve constructed
    
Graced ideas and creativity dead-ended, no nativity, a blank page                                  
The ink has dried, writings seen under scrutiny, in a fishbowl
Sorcery a bitter end, acquire a student, mentor, what I now wage
Appetite gone, blithe verses, Chicken Soup For The Soul; soulful
Poetry to please; plush oriental magnolia’s, birds of paradise, sage

Speechless, lost in words of little sense, strained thoughts, struck dumb
Poet's bemoaning what's penned in a year, should've taken a week
Muses ebbed, Coleridge, Dickenson, to writer’s block they'd succumb
Inspiration depleted, curtains drawn shut, I may never again peak                                     
Gloomy den, a chilling season, I listen to the wind, comfortably numb

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Ts Poetry October 22, 2022 at 11:41 AM Write, write, write. and write some more...the muse will guide you even if you don't realize it. I Am Anaya October 22, 2022 at 1:04 PM Just wrote something! Check it out.

Michael Tor October 21, 2022 at 8:28 PM You could have fooled me Anaya with this wonderfully penned truth of yours. Your muse is active and running on all cylinders. Congrats on a wonderful Poem that reflects writers conditions from time to time. Well done my Dear... I Am Anaya October 22, 2022 at 4:59 PM Michael your words are comforting, I'll have to take your word for it. I told you your POTD was coming! Thank you kindly

Valsa George October 21, 2022 at 1:09 AM Oh never, my dear! Your ink hasn't dried up... That's why you are able to pen such wonderful verses. Even the doyens in the field of poetry have experieced the writer's block from time to time. But I can tell for sure....you don't suffer from writer's block right now. Great penning dear Anaya ! I Am Anaya October 22, 2022 at 5:02 PM Yes, the masters. Thank you sweet Valsa, your words are kind to me always. Thank you!

Rico Leffanta October 20, 2022 at 12:01 PM Enjoyed; every flower keeps on growing until it withers and dies. Aloha! I Am Anaya October 20, 2022 at 12:12 PM Aloha! Life is long and a lot can happen. It is always a good thing to broaden your thinking and grow. We cannot stay still, stay stagnant, life doesn't work like that. Let's stay connected, inspired and motivated through life--My and Jo Thank you for reading

Harry Horsman October 19, 2022 at 11:34 PM No dry ink here, Anaya, the poetry yes a journey, one very welcomed and one an encouragement to us all, that when our thoughts dry out, the comeback poem hopefully will be as good as this. Harry. I Am Anaya October 20, 2022 at 9:06 AM "The ink has dried" means to me; left behind on paper, bleak or week with intention it's time to remember that all that is left is the pure essence of you!

Victor Buhagiar October 19, 2022 at 1:39 PM Your poem is not only so well written that I'm sure you still have plenty of ink left. I Am Anaya October 19, 2022 at 5:40 PM Victor I will trust your words. Was inspired by a poets quote and his journey's. I have only begun to write, better late than never! Right?