Not a Factory of Words.
Foreword: Writing poetry is a joy for me. I often wonder where the next poem is coming from, or if I'll ever write another. These thoughts inspired me to write this piece.
I feel like being creative
But on some days I just can't make it
Happen for me, or for you
Stuck in black ink void, what the hell to do?
Words rattle around my skull
Hide in the shadows they run
Words that flowed, now run dry
I'm in a wordless lull
The need to create and make
Tug at my soul
Won't give me a break
Still stuck in my mind, poetry train left, I'm late
Tap incessantly on the bone of my skull
I wonder if that's it and all done for me
I fall I tumble into a non creative hole
Words elusive to let me be
Then I realise I'm not a machine
Not a factory of words
Inspiration comes to me
When not on my brain I lean.
(©) Dom Giddy 2019