Thursday, 7 April 2011

Requiem to my Lost Creativity -- NaPoWriMo #3

My third poem of the month for NaPoWriMo. In response to the prompt "something that no longer exists" at Big Tent Poetry.

 Requiem to my Lost Creativity

Oh! But would that I were able to write as I used to!
I search the cobwebby corners of my cranium
For that first elusive word that will set the ball rolling,
Call others forth in a gush of poetry.

I stare out the window at the not-yet-dawn sky
One word. One phrase; is all I ask.
One ray of sunshine to cut through the fog.
Still nothing.

Then gratingly, grudgingly
A few words make it out.
And arrange themselves reluctantly on the screen,
Rust still visible around the edges,
Their ragged ends snagging bits of memory and verse.

My requiem to my lost creativity.
An ode to my adult life's obligations
Here -- my poem du jour for NaPoWriMo.

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Judy Roney said...

I've certainly been here. Nice description of no muse in sight. The ending makes me smile. Life just gets in the way of creativity!

Agnija said...

Thanks for stopping by Judy. Yes, life does seem to keep getting in the way and yet, without living it, there would be nothing to write about! Stopped by your site and really loved your poems.

Amropali said...

reminds me of Yeats and his angst over his lost powers in his later poetry.

varsha said...

I love this -we have all been there .Keep Going.

Jingle said...


at times, our well is dry indeed.

Agnija said...

@Amropali: Which one are you thinking of?
@Varsha and Jingle: Thank you!

Deb said...

I recognize this all too well. I enjoyed it from the "Oh!" and to the very end. Rust & all.

Agnija said...

Thanks Deb. Glad you liked it.

Amropali said...

reminds me of Yeats and his angst over his lost powers in his later poetry.