Sitting in my solitary room,
A blank canvas of a cocoon,
Wishing that the walls were daubed with paint
To stimulate the mind, the soul, the heart.
Colours splashed in slapdash ways,
My psyche making stories from the nonsense found,
But that nonsense is my own
And in time others find their own.
So putting pen to paper surely is an answer,
Create a wall of art myself?
Doesn’t matter how it looks or where it flows,
Just start the thing
And others bring the magic to
A wall once plain and grey.
They make the story come to life,
Not you, in your tight cocoon.
grumpygorman
Very clever and aware poem. Shared it here..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/18/a-little-bit-on-writers-block-rachel-patient-and-kind/
Cheers. 🙂
patientandkindlove
Thank you so much!
Brandon
Nice call out! (:
alwayswithlovekat
Beautiful! 💛
patientandkindlove
Aw, thank you!
alwayswithlovekat
You’re very welcome! 💛
Brandon
I love the strategies creative people use to keep the pen moving.
Sometimes the motion itself is enough.
I love exploring these ideas in my own writing.
Thanks for sharing, and well done! 😄
patientandkindlove
thank you x