John Loving Iii Poet Quatrain

Uninspired

my pen today is slow and weak
so bleak of what people seek
of love it see's empty lines
only memories of what's far behind

my patriot lies in a silent grave
unremembered are the boast he made
my pride has fears of being attacked
unmoved by silence and hearing he lacks

my eyes see beauty but prefers the unwritten
my heart still desires but has not been smitten
my interest have waned because of work
my crazy wild side won't go berserk

of life I have nothing to say
this barrenness of feelings won't go away
even who I love is a mystery
is she dead, living or even near me

but a poet lives inside of me still
waiting to write what it will
seeking a greatness from words distilled
fancily written as though from a quill

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Doris Jamoner August 28, 2014 at 1:47 PM I have experience the same thing. Maybe because I don't know how to express or I dont understand what's inside of me. This is such a great write. So much emotion.

Andrea Dietrich July 10, 2014 at 9:01 PM John, here is an older one i had not seen either. It's sad to feel this way, uninspired. But I think you were inspired to write about it at least!!! Hope to see you inspired to do more as well.

Constance La France May 11, 2014 at 2:57 PM I know this feeling John, often I experience exactly the same, the words are in me but refuse to come out. Your poem expresses this feeling. Well done.