Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Writer's Block - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Yet, I shall not accept my fate:
Consigned by God to ruminate.
Old cobwebs is what one will find
up in the attic of my mind.
Dustbins of gold and diamonds,
sweet music for all sycophants.
Pink water lillies do exude,
on stagnant waters, tranquil mood.
Immersed in morning's precious mist,
devoid of words, mosquito-kissed.
I have, my Lord, still more to give
I'll prove it if you let me live.

Comments about Writer's Block by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (5/15/2006 9:22:00 PM)

    This is so funny, yet sweet. Yes, you have so much more to give, and of course, we look forward to it all! (Report) Reply

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  • (5/15/2006 9:18:00 PM)

    So much you have given in this write. I pray for many, many more for you.

    Patricia Gale
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

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