I’ve lost my writing mojo
What happened to it? Blogging killed it
an updater, a networker, a friend, a show-off
I found something new, lost something old
I came to care for you
more than stories told.
The art that rose inside me had bloomed.
I used to type as spirit filled the room
I used to publish with excitement and gloom
I did not care if I rhymed, nor if I didn’t.
I released the truth entombed.
I stumbled down a well then left it there. I did not care to finish where
I’d left off; and then I lost myself. Tapping rocks together. finding something new, a new green shoot
at the bottom. of a great green tree
whose leaves, blown off in fall, were bare all winter, then budded with the spring
I speak in riddles as always
because the meaning is clear. I lost you dear. I missed you here.
Something sad is growing in my heart. it’s a start.
may I return
to find the morning glory? Or must I find another way to tell my story
my dreams bend on as in a river.
steep with gold and meteorites buried beneath them.
Nts: I am experiencing this weird thing I’ve heard about ;)) called writer’s block and this was my method of unblocking. Method: note the time of day, begin typing. Hit publish.
p.s. Pizza Party are you out there? Please come back to the world of words. Miss your funny face.
Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Zone of Emptiness, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎