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yes, i do believe
by Andrew S Adamsthere is a fine mist
mulling through my mind.
meeting my decisions,
which i'm finding hard to find.
all the closest calls
and all the faintest cries
heard ringing down the halls
running from my eyes.
all the stigmas lost
and all the new ones found
all the things i thought
and the things that i wrote down
all of them will change
wearing a murky mask.
running from the risky range
to the unacceptable misgivings of the past.
all these poems of mine,
i speak of too many things.
or, perhaps the same things all the time
packaged as new offerings;
i fear sometimes that i may have
run out of all these ideas
so, but sputtered words and rare thoughts
and dreams struggling to breathe
i've hit a wall for now,
yes, i do believe. 05/08/2003 Author's Note: my ultimate tribute to writers block.
Posted on 05/09/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 05/09/03 at 02:44 AM Aw, writer's block. How I loathe it. And yet I adore it too. For it keeps me from writing insanely. Like you ;) |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/09/03 at 03:42 AM Hi Andrew,
It can happen, hopefully not often. Sometimes it can be something we see, hear, and sometimes the littlest things. Then your mind will start clicking and you start writing fast. Sometimes too fast at times. or it will hit ya, and ya just got to write it down right now. Peace & Joy, Jean. |
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