Silence… (Free Verse)

Silence…
Ah, and so it happens…
my muse has gone on vacation
I look at prompts and photographs
and nothing do they stimulate
I’ve been debating
to write just a note
to advise everyone
and say “I’m fine
no problems just
a little writer’s block
in time which will go away”.

I’ll go and read
or maybe walk
have some breakfast
a cup of coffee
and if it is to be
that I’ll find my muse
I’ll write again
sometime soon….

Silly Poem: Zen

Silly Poem

Zen

I’d practiced Zen
sitting cross-legged
’til my old knees
told me no!
So now I just sit
and reflect
with my knees
unbent…

I practiced Zen
to stop that chatter
of useless words
that haunted me
so when the words
started their chittering
(as they often do
with-in my brain)
I’ve learnt to see them
as autumn leaves
blowing in the rain…

Alas, oh dear!
What have I done?
For now when words
I need to come
silence
greets my waiting hands!

Through-out the years
I’ve tried so hard
to stop all the
chitter-chatter
but now I find
I’ve wasted time,
all I had to do…
was want to write
a verse or two.

Free Verse: winterish morning

Free Verse

Winterish Morning

I lay abed
lazing not wanting to get up
to another day…
slow,
lost, my enthusiasm
nearly completely blocked,
words that came easily
now hide
in folds of cotton wool
that would be my mind…

dark are the days
though the sun shines bright
yet it’s cold
and problems daily mount
seeping my energy…
by 5 ‘clock
it’s night

laying in my bed
words swirled
wanting to be written:
of apathy
that would be
my creativity!
oh, silly muse
you’d have me write anything!
I don’t want to wake-up
to another day
of issues to be solved…

tomorrow
the Christmas Market opens
two weeks earlier this year…
it seems that,
I’m not the only one,
weighed down by early winterish blues.
our mayor
will open the fair
earlier…
creating a festive air
with vin brulé and chestnuts roasting

little houses decorated
in shining tinsel
red ribbons, green sprigs of spruce
twinkling lights
and carols blaring
from speakers mounted
throughout the town.

artificial joy
in a world
still weighed down
by the uncertainty
of crisis.

I’ll walk down tomorrow
with my camera
and rekindle
my spark of life.

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Kyrielle Sonnet: Writer’s Block

bike flowers

For: Cubby’s Challenge Kyrielle sonnet

Kyrielle Sonnet

Writer’s Block

Alas the words don’t come to me!
My blank mind keeps me company
Not sure of what to write just now,
I’ll write about a spotted cow.

I would write of bikes and flowers
Maybe of grapes on their bowers
But no words come of trees or bough
I’ll write about a spotted cow.

But cows are not inspiring!
This is becoming alarming!
Oh Bastet give your cat meow!
I’ll write about a spotted cow.

Alas the words don’t come to me!
I’ll write about a spotted cow.