Jeannie Cronin Poet Rhyme

When the Words Won't Come

My mind just seems so out of sorts
but still I long to write
I struggle for the words inside
with every phrase a fight
Forcing creativity
anxieties accrue
For fear of losing something else
I've grown to love so true

Maybe if I had a way
to trace my steps through time
I could find the trigger point
that changed my paradigm
When balance of my mind and soul
somehow seemed to shift
and channeled creativity 
went suddenly adrift

I haven't figured out as yet 
just how I got off track
but oh the joy I'll feel inside 
when all my rhyme comes back
Until then I'm stuck inside
my head and feel so numb
nothing seems the way it should
when the words won't come

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Daniel Turner June 6, 2016 at 7:07 AM It seems to me, the longer I go without writing, the harder it is to get started back. The thoughts just come in segments or flashes. This is an exceptional poem in itself. Really nice to see you writing again. You have too much talent to be silenced for very long. Don't force it, let it flow. Jeannie Cronin June 13, 2016 at 8:36 PM Maybe if I had my favorite collaboration partner to inspire me....

Jan Allison June 3, 2016 at 6:07 PM It happens to us all at some time I guess Jeannie - my muse seems to go on 'holiday' and I never try and force writing - just have to wait for her to return. i do try and have a 'bank' of poems that I can dip into if necessary for when times get tough:-( hugs jan xx Jeannie Cronin June 4, 2016 at 8:04 PM Hi Jan, good to hear from you, hope all is well! Thanks for popping in.

John Fleming May 31, 2016 at 12:30 PM well, Jeannie, the words certainly seem to be flowing now easily enough. Beautifully constructed - A much deserving seven! My very best regards...And warmest wishes. :) johns. Jeannie Cronin May 31, 2016 at 2:49 PM Hi John, this short little 3 stanza poem took more effort than my very first piece. "Blank" is not a good place to be.

DM Babbit May 31, 2016 at 11:27 AM And the track curves in and out while the way comes less and more clear. Nicely done. Jeannie Cronin May 31, 2016 at 2:47 PM Thanks, DM. I appreciate the visit. The little rabbit is adorable!

Lewis Raynes May 30, 2016 at 11:34 PM we've all been there Jeannie, great write Jeannie Cronin May 31, 2016 at 7:39 AM Thanks for the support! Lewis Raynes May 31, 2016 at 3:16 AM I find inspiration from things around, ideas from the net, and let the poem evolve there and then from this bud. Lewis Raynes May 30, 2016 at 11:57 PM you have a great grip on ur words too, the more terrifying the funner the ride. Jeannie Cronin May 30, 2016 at 11:45 PM Hi Lewis, thanks for the visit and the comment. It's like being lost in a fog with no sense of direction. I guess you just grope around for anything familiar, hold on and wait it out. It's terrifying!