Uninspired
I sit here uninspired.
Creativity burning but
page blank - staring back
with vacant eyes.
Searching for a word
a beginning, a flash of
memory, an image, something
to start the literary flow.....
....but no cerebral utterance
perforates the thought waves.
The page remains blank.
Void of creation.
The well of wise words arid.
Lying languishing in the
dried up valley of conception.
A winter of discontent...
Uninspiring, tiring,
devouring, sapping energy.
A bud of Spring perforates
the frozen ground - creativity reborn.
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