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white noise blinding..........

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I often wonder

Does your waste bin

Ever truly overflow

With the countless

Crumpled corpses

Like mine does daily

Mid drafts of

Discarded would be

Poems

Mine always seems

To do just that these days

 

I wonder

Do you anguish

Over blank desolate and

Desperate sheets

While your coffee grows

Cold

And ever more

Despondent

While

Once bright memories

Fog opaquely

 

I wonder

Do you ever consider

Throwing in the towel

Or surrendering

Gracefully to me  

The knowing would

Indeed be

A fine thing and most

Worthy of at least

A senryu surely…....

 

 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

From the many poems posted about struggling to write, I'd say your line of questioning will drive an arrow into many hearts. I am lucky that I don't have many false starts when I sit down to write. But then again, I envy writers who spew a bunch of detritus between takes becuz they might begin writing from a place that's closer to the authentic chaos of being human (((WIGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

aw am gushin here my friend... (PLUGS) a plenty.... N

[angel]

Nope...but it used to, before the computer took paper out of the equation.
Chin up, dear one; have courage! The right words are there at the edges of your mind. They just want a bit of coaxing to come out.
Welcome back; I've missed you the last few days.

[Neville]

Bless ya angel me fine friend and true.. missed you too.............. Neville

[angel]

Glad yer home.

[Neville]

.......... :)

[angel]

----------------;)

[Ardra]

Worthy of at least
A senryu surely…....

Mmmm some thoughts worth wondering when we have no clue what they might be upto.....

Very beautifully done with details..I like the dustbin thing...:)

[Neville]

You are far too generous my friend & he thanks you for it, so he does.... Neville