FADING TALENT
The computer screen seems ominous, talent faded away,
Gone are the times when I could write four poems a day,
Thoughts drift aimlessly like some wispy, empty cloud,
As though my poetry has become buried in a shroud.
I feel as though part of me has passed away some how,
As though some burden has been placed on my brow,
I know that deep within more gems lay hidden rgwew
Maybe I need to turn more to the Lord in humble prayer.
Nothing before stopped the flow of things to write,
Ideas would keep me awake often through the night,
Now I search for ideas as I lie trying to sleep in bed,
But the ideas are not good enough that come into my head.
I still write a few poems but were is that constant active flow?
Where from my once busy brain did all those great ideas go?
For the first time as I recall, I think I have hit writers block,
It is something I don’t understand, it came as a shock.
I will stare at the screen and imagine good words appear,
Flowing from my fingers filling everyone will sweet cheer,
Maybe I am being taught a lesson that I need to truly learn,
Maybe for this talent I should more eagerly want to yearn.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 31 October 2004