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