Watch me pour out dry
Delivering these endless
Relentless dull lines
A small haiku as a testimony for how writing can be dull sometimes, or our creative gears dry and unoiled.
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Belle
I host unofficial challenges and enjoy writing microfiction and poetry.
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Tears
Water flowing like a river. The taste of sea salt on a burning hot summer day. Laying in the sun, long enough I can see the print of my bra strap against my skin. Tears, tears flowing like a tide in the ocean unable to stop because of force from the pressure and gravity. Trying to stop myself, but my heart aches; my heart feels like a ton of bricks weighing heavy on it. Oh my poor heart. How can I stop the tears from flowing? They run like kids on a playground, none stop, uncontrollably. When will they run dry like a well?
By Valencia Thomasa day ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Don't be too hard on yourself. Loved your poem!
Short yet relatable...inspiration always takes time to come by, but when it does it's often rewarding!
Well, this is certainly relatable. I never run out of things to write, but sometimes the ideas just don't take the right shape. That must be why I have so many in my drafts folder. Great job with this haiku, Belle!
So true. Sometimes the magic doesn't flow. Sometimes...though...you need to write dull...cleanse the system and then magic happens again. Something like that - I'm just a jerk with moderate English skills. It sounded clever in my head. Loved your haiku, either way, Belle!