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Has my poetry writing phase ended?
Lost that talent on which I depended
For so much comfort and inspiration?
Can I turn away from it in desperation?

Or is it just a lull, no ideas in my mind,
No little anecdotes anywhere can I find,
I hope and pray that thoughts come back,
Not leave me empty, ideas always lack.

I cannot imagine a mind that has no thoughts
Running around just waiting to be caught,
Then sorted out, so those thoughts flow free,
And so some poems or story’s came to be.

Can a mind be like a desert needing rain
To fall, so bring life back to things again?
What needs to fall upon my mind to find
Again the flowing words so free and kind?

A day without a poem, is a fruitless day,
One that I feel is wasted in some small way,
My heart could not give even one little bit,
Have I done something wrong to loose it?

Maybe I forgot to pray that my talent may stay,
I try not to take it for granted at all in any way,
So I will keep trying until the words flow again,
Pray hard that my God given talent will remain.

Or if not a new phase of my life will begin,
Find something else new buried deep within,
Maybe a paintbrush and paper or canvass,
Or work on a sculpting my joy to express.

Although I feel painting would I think work,
From writing I know I should never ever shirk,
So come back thoughts to my very busy mind,
Help me soon that inspiration to again find.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 26, 2002