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Poetry-less

Poetry-less

The R’s Curl, S’s flow, Y’s wave
Calligraphy rampant 
Idea’s worded wisely, tickle the tongue,
Babble the lips
Trickle forth, liltingly voiced

Call poetry from tortured souls,
Twist harshly from dark pasts
Coax sweetly from timid smiles
Gossamer dreams

I pause, thumb poised
Bereft of thought
Museless
Staring at my phone

An emptying called for
A flushing demanded
Words vie for exposure 
To no avail

So I bow out
Hanged head
Embarrassed 
Humbled

I am tongue tied again
 

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Cherie Leigh

Hi John...It happens to the best like yourself that inspiration does not come when we want it to...and writer's block insues....But boy when it does hit again, the pen becomes a mighty transferred of ideas and creativity.  You even wrote a poem from that struggle for inspiration's muse to come...Humbling. xo ;)   

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John DeFoore Jr

Thank you so much.
this happens frequently at night and often I must write through this void.
thank you for your encouragement 
john

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