Indecision (Sonnet 2)
Spenserian Sonnet
This impasse beads cold-sweat upon my brow,
The indecision stays my mind in doubt.
This novel I've been writing twelve-months now,
Has stalled to end a most productive bout.
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If only I could think the next steps out,
Procrastination banish with a spell,
Just rush bull-headed though this irksome drought,
Regain a writing rhythm that will dwell.
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This stoppy-starty pattern is a hell,
Ideas will jape and vanish like white smoke,
The chapters in my mind start to rebel,
And flee, disordered, feeding off the joke.
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A meditative pause might best attack,
The doubts that caused my tale to leave the track.
About the Creator
Conor Darrall
Short-stories, poetry and random scribblings. Irish traditional musician, sword student, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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