Unwritten


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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12 comments

  1. 💜 It’s Funny SupaSoulSis; this is a beautiful piece yet YOU!!! Say ‘NOT!!! IN THE MOOOOD!!!’…perception of Self, Love of Self, Acceptance of Self is ALL Important; when Raised We ARE Conditioned by UpBringing To Be Part of a Faceless Army of Clones…both YOU!!! I and Many “Creative” Others have escaped The Gilded Cage Door that is ALWAYS!!! Open but We ARE Looking Down and SEE (Soulful Emotional Energy) NO!!! Means of Escape; so, please NEVER!!! Apologise for Hiatus in Creativity, it comes (pun intended) when it comes

    …💛💚💙…

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  2. 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. These lines are very much relatable and am going through it. Beautifully penned 🤝

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  3. I believe that even at times when writers like us find that creative bloick, there are always avenues and roads to travel down for a creative piece of writing. I found thatso often that creative block can be a mental block in some ways. Thus writing about that time in a block is a topic for writing. creating irony in my block. Thank you again.

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  4. hi pat. that post you liked, i began a fundraiser to try to raise money to repair my home from a natural disaster that happened, there was a few disasters to be truthful. If you could donated five or ten dollars that would be helpful. the amount of 20,000 thousand is in numerous repairs, i have a post ww2 home and although i tried standing up for my neighbors at the time of the disasters that didnt work out at all, no one got any help from insurance companys much less then fema i thought id write about it and begin a fund raiser. the man next door suggested i change my entire picture or write about my unit and military service and that i diont care to add as i sent him a text message back and stated imn not going to use his advice due to the amount of identity theft that happened to me besides intellectual property theft. i was capable of tollerating the injury i had from service yet then i was hit by a car in my =own town during a white out blizzard yet everyone knows that. i have numerous pictures taken with two walking canes and rightfully i should be in a wheel chair, God only knows if i could ever get surgery yet that might be too late. my foot hurts so bad I’m too loud anytime i talk no matter what i talk about because the strain in my leg if that bad as well as my spine. though thank you for liking the post at least. Patrick

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  5. yet i had to stop all the donations id make because im broke trying to help 501c groups and other things. at the end of the month id mail pocket change in the mail id save from a tiny bit amount of money i had been living on that doesnt amount to anything. i cant even afford to pay the kid to cut our grass yet had a couple people laughing at me because im a disabled man trying to mow the lawn. i have to stop every 20 feet when mowing and put my hands on both knees bent over because of my lumbar spine. i occasion buy things to work on some of the repairs i can do for my home yet when i buy something i fail to realize that i cant stand long at all and my right arm is become useless and ive got all these physical problems most of the time i cant sleep at night and have a bad case of sleep deprivation that just gets in my way to anything no matter what anything is. yet i began a go fund me account and on it im wearing a mask titled made in joliet because that is wear it was made while trying to stand up for the men and women that build this town long ago when they use to have a iron foundry and i tired making a mask on behalf of them and advertise with it to give them credit. yet im out of hope in regards to how many times ive stepped up to the plate for many others and what gives?

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  6. yet i had intellectual property theft that happened to me that is God aweful! My time and work i had put into hand making a few of my own inventions my intellectual property was stolen from me. i made complaints including to the governments and there wasn’t any help. im tried. im hurt badly. and i dont know what else to say. yet im not listing things pertaining to ,my own military service on line nor other personal information so much because they never caught the assholes that stolen from me yet one of them happens to be in china that worked for compal of chicony the dude probably got fired from that place because of theft i wouldnt doubt it.

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  7. This is beautiful Pat. We all experience writer’s block at times … but this poem really shows your talents … It is perfect as it is!!!

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