Description: A rainy day and “writers block”. “Writers block” such pompous words, aren’t they?
The clouds are overwhelming -------------------------------------------
The clouds are overwhelming.
Again.
Flickering fears creep around soul
ears are numb for my siren’s call
the muse sleeps in spring’s sweet fatigue.
This is a peculiar skill I’m practicing
the Feng Shui of disbelief.
Of disbelief yes i can relate to that so it is at times i cannot seem to think of the next line Nice job at getting your point across Always Gannondalf
I liked that last line. Even though I believe Feng Shui is just yet another one of those "mental fad" type things...it reminds me that writers block is the same...mental.
Yeah, I agree with you...writers block, schmiters block...HA! You definately didnt have it here.
I agree with you on this poem. I get writer's block a lot. It seems like it is a struggle for me to write each day. I get so tired of sitting at this computer doing this and also trying to write well later on in the day.
This poem was well written and nothing has to be changed. The rhyme was good although the poem was a short one.
I like this very much. I guess you knew this when you wrote it, but the though that your longing for the call of the siren, knowing they lead to death, that's pretty cool, and tragic :) That's kinda how poetry can be. wow, can I expand on that thought? If not I hope you do.
Submission Name: The clouds are overwhelming
