Don’t be afraid of the silence.
Talent is permanent and you have it.
We all dry up for a while .

Powerfully penned, Tim. We all go through those spells my friend, it’s the life of a writer it seems. Be patient with your muse, sometimes they get fickle, but usually come around when it’s time. Hang in there brother. Maybe this write can help you start to break through the barrier. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, ntd. Welcome to the site.

Silence can be deafening when we’re used to words and inspiration. The world is heavy right now, pressing down on creativity. I always find that not trying to look at it directly has a better chance of making contact again with the muse. I’ve been here, it is scary indeed

Well I for one am glad you are back. For two, writing tends to play hide and seek.
Eventually it will tag you amigo!
Don’t stress about the dry spell.
Enjoy life and the day to day stuff we take for granted.
Inspiration just might be found there two.

Hang in there buddy!

When I am stumped, I read several different pieces from a few writers that continue to inspire me. It usually works.
Yet, we all have that lull of course. It’s a breather from the mental tasking perhaps? At any rate, you will find a moment I am sure, to share a gem of yours with us. Hang tough!

Every poet hits that dry pond sooner or later—the mud cracks, the frogs go quiet, and you think the water’s gone for good.
But the fact you’re scared of the silence tells me the well’s still yours—it’s just waiting on rain.

Tim, I too have been through this. I believe your gift is still as strong as ever, it was just waiting for the right moment to resurface. You never lose the muse. This poem itself is an example of how you can take an emotion or feeling and make it into art.

John

Wow awesome. As the person said Don’t be afraid of the silence, I know it can be scary but it won’t hurt you. I personally learned to deal with it and eventually you will too.

Great work

It’s sad but beautiful words too. Sometimes there is no words to express. Except the silence around you. In silence our eyes see enough inspiration around us when there’s no sound , no voice in a small spot. Good write..Keep it up 🤗

It’s fantastic, Brenda.

The whole piece is great but that opening line is magic.
It also reminds me of the movie Dune.
The desert sands look so smooth and soft.
My older son told me once they remind him of butter. lol

Mark and I had a conversation today about the Sahara desert and how years ago it had an oasis.
How time and the earth can shift!

I think I’m inspired now to write about the desert!
You rock chica!
Thanks for all of your inspiration!

Cool stuff, Brenda. I like the imagery that you pulled together. It has an almost looming presence overwatching it.
Great ideas you put together here.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Powerfully penned, Adel. Amazing write with nice word play my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

“Just stick it directly into my neck and eyeball, doc!” I always said. Dental work makes for quality mental training at handling pain. It’s not just the pain, but the sounds of scraping, spit sucking, and smell of drilled bone. It can make for serious anxiety. But dentistry has come a long way….I coulda slept through that last root canal. Practically a massage compared to the one I had 20 years ago. I was kinda disappointed, really. I’d been dreading it all day. Seemed like a waste of perfectly good dread, tbh.

I just had two root canals but swallowed several jiggers of Novocaine.

I love this sigh floating away on a blueberry sky beautiful ❤️

But it’s the sugarcane that got you in this predicament! My poor baby!
What a great rappish write you have here. It’s like you’re bringing some street cred to the dentist, as a warning to them. LOL
It’s going to be okay, you’ll see. And the payoff is worth it. You have a million dollar smile, so take care of it.
Oh and hey, what a great avatar pic you have! I wonder who just randomly took a facetime pic of you as they were talking with ya, and it turned out perfect! I know art when I see it, baby.

Hi H! Oh it’s so awesome to see you on my page. I’ve missed you:)
I had that phrase on loop in my head. Had to put it down on paper so it would let me rest.
I’m so glad you enjoyed.
Sing away lovely!

Hey you took some already today!!! As long as we continue to allow each other to say “delete it”, all is fair!

Cheat?! I have a better eye for awesome than you do. My fiance is way hotter than your fiance! So there’s me being right again…. lol

Hey Adelly. I have no cavities but I do have a tooth whose face fell off. Luckily it’s where you can’t see it. 🙂 My dentist died a couple of years ago, (he was in his eighties) he was great. He could give you a shot without you seeing it by holding his hand up a certain way. It never hurt either. Good luck with your fillings.

Ugh, I hate going to the dentist! It’s worse than going to the doctor for me. The bounce back and forth between Novocain and sweet was fun. The one led to the other 😂

The dentist and I have an agreement: he stays in his building and I stay in my building several miles away. It’s a good arrangement. As for your poem, I felt the sting of the needle when you got jabbed, but the Novocain felt cool going in. And I need to thank you for the fuzzy tongue that lasted about 2 hours. If, as I believe, poetry is supposed to make you “feel”, your poem succeeded wonderfully, Adelphina.
-Curt

Only a poet of your talent can make the prospect of a dental appointment into a celebratory playful delight. I loved reading this. The sing song rhythm just had me totally feeling it.

John

Hahaha, love the way that you saw and add a little comedy to the situation. Just relax dental is a part of overall health, simply twist one before your visit. Tight

You do a great job in putting the reader in this
I can feel the anxiety. Well done!