I am stuck in my head
what a sad place to be
words run round and elude me
Images flash by
some real some only mine
I stomp I scream I let it all out
I wish for peace but scramble about
Where have you gone o muse of mine
am I to stay here for all time
am I to run round desperate to fly
if only you’d come lift me to the sky
if only I could catch those thought that fly by
I sit and wait hands full
I sit and wish for only you
you fill my mind
yet my hands sit idly by
How long shall I roam
unable to return home
o muse where have you gone
I beg you wont you come
Make my idle hands fly
across my keyboard words wont come
still I sit and wait for you to return
This poem is not what I intended to write when I started this post. I have to admit that for several days now I haven’t bin able to write a single word. I feel like my mind is empty and full all at the same time. I get this way sometimes. A wall goes up in my mind when my spirits are low, when I am uneasy even in my own home. considering this poem is ruff, and it just popped out without my control I think its good. So to all my readers, to the writers, to the poets tell me what you think? If you see any errors, or ways I could improve it let me know. this is the first poem I have written in about 3-4 years, something like that.
Writing or motivation to write has hardly been a problem for me but when you feel like this its time to read! Your brain might need a rest or a more strict or less pressured writing schedule is needed. Sometimes its hard to tell which. I recommend a book by Barbara Baig called how to be a writer.
Thank you stephanie. I will have to look it up. to tell the truth this time its just to much going on, weighing on my mind. but in most others its not enough structure, I have three kids, two of whitch are very young. So I have them all day, its hard to write in that kind of environment. Thank you again!