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Marcus McKinley

(EARTH)

Why is this happening


Wow, I am really drawing a blank right now
I feel as if the words for my next poem are there
But, I can’t see them
No images or concepts at all
I am having a poetic withdrawal
This is not fun, I can’t even hate it
I am having trouble forming emotions
this is taxing my devotions
and consequently my enthusiasm
towards seeing the next sunny day
as I sit here, a freshly cut rose
withering, withering, withering, away

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2014

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this is what a rose must feel like.

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  • Ed Nigma (2/7/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    I love this poem. You know the funny thing for me is I always having stuff going on in my mind. It is complete chaos and I have to go that place that is blank and just melt into the silent black stillness and in that moment just embracing it for what it is I can write with tunnel vision whereas other times I am picking from random scenes and trying to build a puzzle, a clear picture out of an infinite amount of pieces that are always taking different shapes if I don't grab them in time. Silence speaks loud and clear and darkness holds tales for those that dare to venture. Good luck and great writing don't stop you are really good at it! (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (1/28/2014 4:00:00 AM)

    Hello Marcus i'm sure everyone on ph site knows how this feels. A very interesting write. As i sit here a freshly cut rose withering withering withering away.That's a brilliant line so i don't think you are in any danger of running out of inspiration. (Report) Reply

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