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So often you suck out the words from my furnace mind
But this day is creative desert, fine grains of inspiration
Seep through the cracks, lost down thought crossed pathways

The occasional insect dances between feint ruled lines
Free to roam across its barren bright white landscape
Until fired sky lifts it to where my mind desires to be
Free and unfettered, running counterpoint to the dull thud of life

Attemps at concentration evaporate like droplets on Africa's dustbowl
The process of thought stutters, splutters and then silts in the mud
Where nothing grows but the thick stemmed thistle of frustration
That coils around the brain and chokes the seed of thought

Each passing hour is toxic, poisoning fantasy with unmerciful reality
Brilliance now only from the light dancing across this unravaged page
The pen rests uneasy, twitches but expression remains incognito
And the day draws the canvas still glaring nothing to a close [comments] => 6 [counter] => 411 [topic] => 48 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Taunting White Paper

Contributed by puppy_dog_eyes on Sunday, 28th July 2013 @ 04:10:01 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I stare at you, unblemished by the marks of a pen, taunting white paper
So often you suck out the words from my furnace mind
But this day is creative desert, fine grains of inspiration
Seep through the cracks, lost down thought crossed pathways

The occasional insect dances between feint ruled lines
Free to roam across its barren bright white landscape
Until fired sky lifts it to where my mind desires to be
Free and unfettered, running counterpoint to the dull thud of life

Attemps at concentration evaporate like droplets on Africa's dustbowl
The process of thought stutters, splutters and then silts in the mud
Where nothing grows but the thick stemmed thistle of frustration
That coils around the brain and chokes the seed of thought

Each passing hour is toxic, poisoning fantasy with unmerciful reality
Brilliance now only from the light dancing across this unravaged page
The pen rests uneasy, twitches but expression remains incognito
And the day draws the canvas still glaring nothing to a close




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Re: Taunting White Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Sunday, 28th July 2013 @ 02:27:22 PM AEST
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I must say, I really like this. You tell a great story of writer's block. For me it is when i have nothing but negative to say. This is an awesome poem.


Re: Taunting White Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 28th July 2013 @ 03:11:39 PM AEST
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Very good write. I certainly can relate.
I've missed your work. I honestly wondered where you were,
huggs, smiles, blessings,
emy


Re: Taunting White Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Monday, 29th July 2013 @ 01:03:53 AM AEST
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yes yes and yes. i know exactly how you feel. One good line comes out and suddenly... white... pure blank whiteness...


Re: Taunting White Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by MickyTwo1984 on Monday, 29th July 2013 @ 09:44:40 AM AEST
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Free and unfettered, running counterpoint to the dull thud of life

Tyfs.


Re: Taunting White Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Sunday, 4th August 2013 @ 03:35:19 AM AEST
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Wonderfully expressive Steve, pivotal line for me where nothing grows but the thick stemmed thistle of frustration.......... the seed of thought.Your attention to detail means I can picture you sitting there with the blank paper and going through all the frustration..... the pen rests uneasy twitches..... showing a tiny bit of life but nothing more! Descriptive pictorial language which leaves me wanting to read more.


Re: Taunting White Paper (User Rating: 1 )
by Loende on Thursday, 8th August 2013 @ 02:03:44 AM AEST
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It's wonderful to see a post from you again, Steve!

Not only do I love this one, I can all too easily relate to it as well.
I'm glad that this page isn't empty. Welcome back, my friend.

Be well,
~d




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