Friday, July 23, 2010

HANGING ON

POW#12...


hanging on like a bad poet
unable to open the cellar door
where my mind remains hidden
silent with nothing
unable to write

I stare at the burning incense
no longer willing to glow
where the ashes keep falling
from the silence within
hanging on to forgotten words

7 comments:

rallentanda said...

Oh..sounds like you have a case of the blues. Hang on kiddo ..it will pass.
There are a lot more words in your treasure trove.
Sing a song in your lovely garden and do a slow dance with Vreni.It's summer..you lucky bugger!
Cheers
Rall

Anonymous said...

哈哈,忍不住一篇一篇翻出來看耶!!!............................................................

flaubert said...

Beautiful and sorrowful very nicely done!
Cheers to you Wayne have a lovely weekend!
Pamela

Francis Scudellari said...

I've had many occasions where it seemed the words had dried up, then out of nowhere the spigot started running again.

Anonymous said...

I like this, Wayne. Moving.

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