I know, my punctured cold fingers feel numb and unused
Winter holds grip of it, for it has been a while, a long while
Cobwebs have gathered, like gloves and claimed ownership
A long while, since I wrote a poem
A love poem, a fun poem
A family and friends poem
A summer poem, a winter poem
A poem about autumn and spring
I know it has been a while, a long while
And my fingers have all gone cold, no jerk on key pads
My mind follows asking for answers " why carnage"
For why would I have starved such cherished tree
And watch it weather and gloom
It follows my bonsai tree in faith
I got from love on summers day
It died before autumn came
I lost a fish as well this period
These days my fish tank looks so deem
I can no longer tell by character any more
How each of my golden fish does behave
I know my cold fingers feels numb
It has been a while, a long while , influenced by t' status quo
Like darkness hold, of days in the pole
A long while, since I poured my heart out warm
It has been a while
Since I wrote a love poem
A happy poem, a funny poem
Keep trying, you'll get there.
ReplyDeleteI have been in a 'dry spell' too. I hate that feeling which you have described so well. Looks like you have broken out of it now! Cheers!
ReplyDeleteyou will get it.
ReplyDeletehang on there.
It's been a long while since i've got a muse too. We're on a similar wavelength that way. But you needn't worry. This is an inspired poem :)
ReplyDeleteI can't believe it Kodjo
ReplyDeleteFor your words are poetry
and written you always have the perfect combo
Winter may put down a frost but not on your fingers
smiles from a friend
Hang in there; sorry about the fish! My Muse gets mad and then leaves me hanging in limbo! You need an "Art Date". Go to a museum, walk and watch the light filter through the trees, a movie. A time out for your soul~
ReplyDeleteI love the dance in your poem, the longing and looking! You are thawing out :D