I feel stuck
possibly for good reasons
But I miss the fire
that fueled my poems
angst ridden or tumultuous emotions
allowed fevered composing
and words volunteered themselves
excitedly expressing
moments
that make me proud to say
I wrote that
I want to write more
I’ve many poems started
but there is no flow
no driving concept
no story to tell
and they languish
So for now I write this
my longing to find
inspiration
moments
to create written moments
that inspire pride
once again
stonehooper 