What is this long silence?
Has the circle been completed?
Words gone missing?
AWOL, the slippery thoughts
refuse to be named.
I knew flowers, yellow round
morning gleaming
named for a larger universe
now brown and faded as the winter
breaks stems
dark waters frown at the roots.
Why the long silence?
the worn thesaurus sits unopened on the shelf
a torn page
Was that the place you last looked?
I seek out crimson
find darkness
a circle drifts, a bubble
slippery, delicate, pale on the water
winding to break against the nearest rock
completed now
and lost. Fran
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June 23, 2007 at 11:37 am
lorigloyd
I feel this way too, Fran. Thanks for posting.
June 23, 2007 at 3:23 pm
imogen88
Beautifully stated.
November 2, 2008 at 10:15 pm
jane
I read someplace Fran, that a period of nonproductivity is required to accumulate , so when the muse returns what you produce will be better then before. cronejane
November 3, 2008 at 4:16 pm
kvwordsmith
I love the concepts of words gone AWOL, thoughts slippery as wet moss, dark waters frowning at roots- great verb use! This describes so well the great inner void when the Muse is out grocery shopping & not hanging around to feed us crumbs of inspiration!
November 3, 2008 at 8:12 pm
kvwordsmith
P.S. – I read this, and somehow, it got me going again, and turned into one of my Were Pen stories – thanks, Fran!