Lost Voice.
The ink fall’s dry upon the page
I have no voice to own this stage
words I seek now ill defined:
shackled beats in cloistered mind.
I hear the call of phrase unborn,
the struggled cries, their rise forlorn.
Fractured sentence, splintered verse
they damn my pen with voice perverse.
© sweetwater 2020
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A very nice outburst of frustration. Much enjoyed. Supratik
Thank you Supratik, I must say I did feel better once I’d let rip 🙂 Sue.
Yes, the eternal curse of pen and paper, or blank Word page, time to write, but nothing damn well emerging, constipational creative paralysis! Written with your usual skill and voracity Sue. It’s ironic that when blocked, writers often find creative inspiration writing about it! Lol. Well worth the nib and nom IMHO. Incidently, on a previous piece of yours, you said you didn’t understand my tips about getting the presentation you want. What I meant was that, when you’ve a bit of spare time, you can go in SUBMIT and write in any piece, Little Bo Peep i f you… Read more »
I appreciate your help, thank you Trevor, no idea what indenting is at all, but I will do as you suggest and hope for the best. I did try using the tool bar on another poetry group site, no idea what went wrong but whatever I pressed has completely messed things up, when I type what I want to post each time I press the wrong key and try to delete it just won’t move, I have to press preview then I can delete, then I have to press preview again to be able to carry on. Strangely it’s only… Read more »
Well I have taken a leap of faith for my submission on Friday, I have centred it, I know big step for me hehe, 🙂