Withering, By Brian
37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)
Sunlight elusive
Stagnant
No spring showers
To water my garden
No eyes upon it
To plant seeds
No till or hoe
To make them grow
No tulips, no ferns
No ivy, no orchids
No iris, no lily
No daffodil
No mulch
Or pine
Or compost
To make good host
I dread these words
Being in shadows
Withering
On death’s bed.
(end)
Another poem about the fear of dry spells in writing poetry. And thanks to ELON, I am having a harder time finding poets on Twitter to find inspiration from, and it seems like my poetry isn’t getting as much views as I would like it to.
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One response to “Withering”
Sad but effective poem, Brian. I’m sorry you’re having difficulties finding inspiration from the few writers on Twitter. I know Elon doesn’t help at all. I expect he’s made life difficult for many people. It’s frustrating when our stats drop. I’m always so disappointed when that happens to me; especially so when we’ve worked hard at a piece. Don’t give up, though, my friend.
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