The Void, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

The safari with no camera, the Everest with no peak
The pipeline with no North Shore, my poem yet to speak
The symphony with no instruments, words unwritten bleak

I went to the well, it was dry as a bone
I found my self in the desert
I was all alone

The sushi with no rice, not a sliver of even fish
The restaurant never opened
The salmon had no dish

I went to the cupboard, to find me a mug
I had no coffee to brew
I had no morning drug

The sun with no fuel, it was about to die
The sky writer with no smoke
The riverbed cracked and dry

I went to the library, not a single book
I looked at the jury, guilty verdict shook
I picked up my pen, but the poem never took

The painter with no palate, the player with no goal
The pop star with no song, the shoal with no school
The void in the interim, my writer’s block very cruel.
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I am stuck in the worst doldrum I have had in while it sucks.




2 responses to “The Void”

  1. Aww, Brian. I am so sorry you are feeling so low right now. The excellent choice of words in your poem gives an unmistakable picture of how you are feeling, and it sounds like a really painful place to be, too. Writer’s block is a horrible thing to contend with, as I know only too well. However, the fact that you have managed to write these brilliant and descriptive words shows that, perhaps, your writer’s block is on its way out. I do hope so, as I know how frustrating it can be.

    I’ve been writing ‘stuff’ over the last couple of days through my partial break from blogging, but I feel that nothing I have written is even worthy of publishing or is too depressing.

    As I’ve often said to you, your poetry, which I have always loved, is just coming along in leaps and bounds – you really are an excellent poet, my friend. Keep going and stay well ~ Ellie x

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