The spring of my creativity has dried up and my mind is now an arid parchment waiting for a torrent of inspiration, for new thoughts to sprout… for bright ideas to blossom... for right words to mellow… But as days go by, I’m tormented by the heat of anxiety from an overcast mind; And all I can produce is a storm of feelings that cloud my intellect, derange my senses, and Choke me to an annoying silence!!! My barren imagination Cannot be treated by ivfs For I can produce only my own No, I’m not averse to others’ productions In fact I revel reading them Yet I cannot borrow from an"other" And pass off as my own Whether as an intentional plagiarism Or as an acknowledged surrogacy! I need to think, feel and articulate To Unhinge the silence That longs to be broken! And free the word that fears to be born!
When you think there's nothing inspiring, and you crave to write something a beautiful poem like this comes out :thumbsup . Been there so...it was a good read.
Had to do it to overcome my writer's block.. it helped to some extent, actually to a great extent☺This short piece was the first in the list of writing tasks I gave myself to remove the block and plunge into research writing... thank you for the feed back☺