I say,
There are other places words prefer,
Where they flow more freely, settle in more easily
Grow deeper roots, send up brighter blooms
Spaces fertile with events and ideas.
The other only whispers-
Stay, please stay.
Will the words of others keep you happy?
Would you care for new friends, Jincy Willett or the Age of Wonder?
Or old loves, we could visit them too, if you like.
Enid Blyton and Pablo Neruda?
As we argue, words hide in the crevices,
Out of the crossfire, or perhaps
They're only the shadows shifting,
And the words left long ago.
3 comments:
It's kind of an irony that you find such perfect and beautiful words to convey your writing block :)..Maybe they are just playing some trick on you ;)
Thank you.. but if it's a trick its rather mean :(
and you say you have writer's block...hmmm...
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