Parasitic (Poetic Freestyle)

I sat and wondered what to write,

but each thing that I put on paper
just didn’t sound right.
Perhaps I was using wrong words–
using similes instead of metaphors,
incorporating the passive
where there should be action verbs.
Then I conclude there’s too much noise
and travel to a different location.
Now my muse feels constipated:
unable to gauge the fiber of inspiration.
Hours morph into days and weeks,
and balls of paper litter the place.
I’m concluding my ability’s no gift from above
but instead, decaying and going to waste.
Advertisements

Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.

Posted in Uncategorized

Royal Thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Archives
The Review Board

#ReviewerSwag

%d bloggers like this: