I gave up on Writing today.
He was quite
upset with me.
“You have nothing to offer me.
Nothing published, no
acceptance letter in the mail.
What do I need you for?” I said.
I give you beauty and understanding.”
he answered simply.
I understand that I give until the little
drops of blood
fall onto the paper
and no one will pay me for any of it.
What do I need
Writing was sullen and turned his back on me.
out the window dulled.
The air grew heavy and pressed down on me.
all faded to a sickly grey.
Joy, once my inspiration, gasped for breath.
Offered for the Gold Puppy Blog Fourth Annual (Silent) Poetry Reading. I posted one at A Bit of Laura Jayne too, but thought might be okay to have a bright and pretty one there and a bit darker poem here for your silent reading. If you are inspired to share on your blog do let me know.
A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading
Anytime February 2, 2009
Some poetry is warming. It cracks the ice in the heart of the Earth to remind her that spring is just around the corner. Or ... if you live south of the equator, choose poetry to cool the heart of the Earth so as to remind her fall is coming.
Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd.
Feel free to pass this invitation on to any and all bloggers.