It is nights when the Midsummers heat brings my creatiuve juices to a stand still. thus I return to a battle where my creative mind suffers in the heat and my determination to bring to fruit a poetic verse that in turn I can share here. This is pretty much the content of my writing in todays poem. Sadly I doubt that many may find it bright, But it brings to light a battle of sorts that continue within my mind when I am determined to write even when creativity is almost extinct within.
In short this poem is in these few word my battle with a lack of creativity to end with a poem. Using a motto “If no content can survive, write on that battle” .I do hope that you find some enjoyment in this poem.
Unwritten Finding it hard to sit and write I strive to bring words to flight. The nights heat distracts again Bringing my mind back to then. Thoughts that carried to this point, Fighting the urge to again anoint. The unholy hour where dreams run, Sitting in that web only I had spun. Reeling the threads that weave Through catacombs of my mind, believe. Tales that spin in unseen realms, Steered by those at the helms. Hidden within disjointed patterns Where Judas kiss relive in taverns. Insanity of sorts embroil within the pits That unwritten words at times sits. © Pat Fitzgerald 2021
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