Physically exhausted
Emotionally detached
Torn from my connection
My sacred communion
To some ethereal muse divine
Where the absence of words
has left me riddled with holes
dark and apathetic voids
aching to be smoothed over
patched and plastered
I replace with art
For words have become elusive
Feelings have not
In the silence of painting
I find respite
In the flowing water
brilliant pigments find life
within the sovereignty of
serenity and acceptance
Comments
As a word addict
I feel the pain you express.
Be OK
A word drought
I have been experiencing similar. So glad you were able to find an outlet through your art. Glad to see you writing though. As always, well done.
Another Connection
Hello, Tim!
I agree with RoseBlack, it's good to see your writing again. And I am also glad that you have so many other avenues to express your wonderful talents and gifts to offer the world. Perfect title!
Thank you!
Lx
It is most unfortunate...
for the rest of us, that your muse has been recalcitrant and not much available.
However, as you have indicated, I am glad that your inner being has access to your artist skills.
I guess I can be content to recieve somewhat less of your verbiage and more of the painting;
just please do not abandon us all, in the interest of your surceased thoughts of poetry.
~ Geez.
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