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Emergency: Creative Hiatus

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I've lost my way

my insight has disappeared

out of sight

hiding somewhere in this rut.


stale ideas coat the air

like bad breath,

my imagination 

is not fertile any more.


the lights have gone out

on my creativity,

I can't find any words

to fill the page.

 

I'm just staring in the dark,

hiding under blank sheets

on an empty bed

until somebody wakes me.

 

 

◄ The Taste Of Lisbon

Not Quite 8½ ►

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Paul Waring

Wed 1st Mar 2017 18:28

Thanks Suki, I really enjoyed reading your comments, absolutely on the money! It brought back memories of going to see Rush in concert in 1981 in Queensferry, North Wales.

oh dear, that's......urm, just 36 years ago ?

Paul

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suki spangles

Wed 1st Mar 2017 05:18

Hi Paul,

Funnily enough, this reminds me of an old Rush song called Losing It, which is also, in part, about a writer who has lost their inspiration:

Sadder still to watch it die/than never to have known it..

A recurring theme/nightmare for poets/artists, and thus, paradoxically (ironically) also offers a great subject and inspiration for us tortured souls. That's showbiz!

Suki

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Paul Waring

Tue 28th Feb 2017 22:20

C?L, you are too funny. I fell asleep and woke up with chocolate all over my pants - a careless wispa ? from a good friend.......

droll...oh well, this poem was about lost creativity ?

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Tue 28th Feb 2017 18:48

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Paul Waring

Tue 28th Feb 2017 12:58

Thanks David, very wry but very funny! You couldn't prescribe anything just in case, could you?

Paul

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