For the writer who cannot write

When the well is dry

And I feel weary

Wash my hands

Wash my head

In the cool water

The universe falling about

Like droplets of light

Beading and nestling

In green

 

If it is dry

And I feel weary

I need only sit

Mornings’ air sighing

Its way across my cheek

The universe falling about

Like dust specks

Glowing and drifting

Into my soul

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3 thoughts on “For the writer who cannot write

  1. Water inspired me like nothing else. I get my best ideas in the shower. Whenever in need of inspiration, I look around at all the magic this life contains — and find some. Beautiful poem. Wise words.

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  2. Oh I’m the same way sometimes!! I suppose You know you’re a writer when you’re standing over a notebook still half wet and wrapped up in a towel scribbling furiously…
    Thanks for reading!

    Meno

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