Thursday, December 11, 2014

I cannot write.

I cannot write.

I simply am unable to even put together words, to conjure that magic in a sentence that seems to instantly lift the burden off your throbbing temples and lay it gently on to anyone else's that cares to read what you have written.

But no, today I am not given that satisfaction.

Today, like most other days, I shall have to carry it with me, until somewhere someday it will all unravel itself in a typhoon of poetry upon an ocean of language, making landfall against a mountain of forgotten metaphors with inky rain.

For that stormy masterpiece I wait.

1 comment:

  1. Woah. Im trying hard to write as well. not happening