Summary:
Bear with me...life is lifing like crazy here...
words slip
in and out of thought
tickling inspiration
then drift…
overwhelmed by their source
they unravel
wisping away from grasp
probably just as well…
takes more ink…
than currently in possession
let words refill the bottle
while energy supply refreshens
“takes more ink…
than currently in possession”
I have been feeling this a lot lately.
I think it goes back to the weight of the world these days. It takes so much energy to just survive…not a lot pouring into our cups. Thank you, Fia 😊
Feels like poetic intermission… a mist of words floating about
I like the mood this invokes
Life is…a lot…these days. Intermission would be great, but who’s got the time? Thank you, Naaj 😊
Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can definitely relate to my friend. Inspiration is sometimes a bit of a process indeed. Chasing thoughts and having them slip away can be so frustrating. The life of a writer is kinda quirky when you think about it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
The more we have on our the mind, the more jumbled it is up there. So polluted the words can’t find the exit. So they float around like wraiths on a stormy night. I’ll get my rhythm again. Just need a breather. Thank you, my friend 😊