After the Drought

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After the Drought

My thoughts escape,
But words seem to dry;
A paper lies crumpled,
Yet I continue to try.

Elusive these words,
Deep within they lie,
Dormant they remain,
Yet I continue to try.

Desperation reached,
I put the pen down,
Then they rise above,
And in words, I drown.

The block now broken,
An acceptance it sees,
And along with a verse,
My heart finds peace.

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(Β© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 27th July 2016)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. Wow! This speaks straight to the heart Vinay 😊 such a wonderful description of loss at words and then the awakening of muse.. ❀ it feels like rain after a long drought. Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

    • It is indeed darkest before the dawn, and the phase of writers block will pass soon, Ramya. It’s just a testing time, when we are tempted to quit, but we should not. Glad you felt my poem was beautiful. πŸ˜€ Thanks!
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  2. Oddly, writing continuously, in one form or another, I never have succumbed to a block; perhaps some word constipation, but never total blockage. I just write, move the pen, call for the Muse, & although my writing may not be sterling, it will sit on the handwritten page as I walk away, to return soon with blue pencil in hand to redefine & shape it. Your response here really rocks the prompt though; smile.

    • To have never been in a block while writing, that’s really nice, Glenn. πŸ™‚ When I’m in a flow of writing, it seems to come out well. But once it stops, it takes a bit of time to rekindle that desire again. Glad you felt my response to the prompt was good. Thank you.

    • Ayyada! πŸ˜› Athu palleel poyi paranja mathi. πŸ˜€ You’ve been in a drought for a while. Time for the rain now. πŸ˜‰ Start writing, Ishi. It’ll come out beautifully!

  3. Wow! Another amazing poem, Vinay. 😊 Words have a notorious nature, they only play hide and seek with us. And when we show signs of giving up, they rise and helps us to connect them together. 😊

    • Glad you felt the poem was amazing, Saumy. πŸ™‚ At times, the hide and seek words play becomes so long that we can’t help but think of giving up, I guess. πŸ˜€ Thankfully, that phase doesn’t last very long.

  4. SMiLes the day
    i danceD Free
    and never stopped
    iS the Day the
    words
    never
    end
    and never
    WiLL.. ah,, the MooN
    revolves around the Earth..
    the Earth around the Sun..
    and the Sun wiTh MilkY
    way around a
    bLack
    wHole
    Center
    and my words
    revolve around a dance
    in MoVinG ConNecTinG
    CreAting thAT neVer
    stops as art
    and science
    wHole
    oF
    bEing
    ArT.. and
    sure that’s my
    middle name.. too..
    hehe.. as humor fueLs
    iT even more as JOkErs
    kNOw no StoP to LiFe noW..:)
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  5. So nice to see you at dVerse today!
    Ah, this is so true…to sit with the pen and think and think and write and scribble and then give up – for but a moment. And then the idea hits and we write like mad!
    I especially like your personal comment — that writing is like a breath of fresh air.

    • Happy to be at d’Verse today, Lillian. πŸ™‚ I like that you liked my poem and that it could resonate. πŸ˜€ It is a breath of fresh air, and felt even more so when the block is broken! Thanks!

  6. Excellent poem on that dreaded block. I rarely have a word blockage – I get quiet and sit in nature and then…it most happily starts up again. And you are right, it is indeed like a breath of fresh air. Excellent work in this. Glad to see you at dVerse. Why the having to check the block on commenting? If I wasn’t up to it, I wouldn’t have filled in these words.

    • Ah. I like that quietness in nature, Kanzensakura. πŸ™‚ My thoughts keep buzzing about, so I rarely get that. πŸ˜€ So the relief from the dreaded block is quite huge, a breath of fresh air!

      Glad to be at dVerse too. The checkbox is because I’m getting a lot of unwanted spam. And the check limits that by a lot. Not to doubt that you are up to it. Just to make sure that the spambots aren’t upto it. πŸ˜€ Sorry.

  7. Hi Vinay…I can relate to your poem, especially the sense of peace when the words flow! Also admire your cool blog site and cartoon gravatar πŸ™‚

    • Notepad on the side of the bed. Brilliant, Old Egg. πŸ™‚ If an idea I dream up is remembered post the sleep, I put it into a Google Keep file. We all do dance to the muse a little, that’s certain!

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