Brighter Poetics

Writer’s block frustration

I have been so frustrated and stressed lately that I haven’t been able to create ANYTHING along the lines of writing. I have not enjoyed being away from WordPress where I usually find solace in visiting to create whatever comes out – however, it is my daughter’s birthday today, and somehow I managed to come up with something like a freestyle-5- line-intertwining-rhyming-stanza situation – whatever! . I will enjoy today because it is truly a day to celebrate, and despite how weird this piece ‘sounds’ to me and how crazy the pic looks…it does represent my brain during the past week spent in a zone that I dread being trapped in against my will. Maybe this happens to force me to ‘break’ when I would normally keep it moving, so there’s always a bright side…yeah…I’ll just go with that! 🙂

The Zone

The blink of an eye takes me there;

But again, I missed the entire ride,

To I don’t know where;

Finding emptiness before me and on every side,

Totally unaware…

Pertaining to day or set time;

When I lost the urge to care,

For anything save words that rhyme;

So I decided to share…

Seemingly years since before;

The beginning began to begin,

From the uttermost depths beneath one lone shore;

Mixed with an extreme gust’s remnant of a caressing  wind,

Possessing all of nothing, but desperate for more…

Fullness of easily followed direction with content;

Amid the trek of reality’s sidewalk,

Wondering if it is not – or truly meant;

To abide disease induced superfluous rhetorical talk,

Leading to the source of reality’s truths being twisted and bent…

Horribly out of shape, creating sporadically atrocious views;

Of  life’s craving for selfishness during idle time spent,

Counting time against results sadly, not to uplift – but abuse;

A heart’s vision of what is whole, yet finding it rent…

Searching for the glue which is truth – it understands;

The power of authentic words created,

By hands;

Held together,  mutually, willingly, satiated,

Once again home with a sigh of relief – oh, that familiar land!