Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind
Some days Emily Dickinson just does the trick. I have an open mic on the 25th and
I haven't been able to write in days.
My inspiration has dried up like grapes, but this is not nearly as sweet as raisins. I feel like a pagan for not worshipping at least once a week.
My pen and I have not paid our tithes to the sacred religion of poetry
now
She is withholding from me those very blessings that my paralyzed
hands and creativity need.
Sweet, sweet Poetry:
come back to me...
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind
Some days Emily Dickinson just does the trick. I have an open mic on the 25th and
I haven't been able to write in days.
My inspiration has dried up like grapes, but this is not nearly as sweet as raisins. I feel like a pagan for not worshipping at least once a week.
My pen and I have not paid our tithes to the sacred religion of poetry
now
She is withholding from me those very blessings that my paralyzed
hands and creativity need.
Sweet, sweet Poetry:
come back to me...
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
fortysix_and_two:
I'm much the same, my creativity died, it seems.
dragonflycq:
I think hotel is probably out. I feel like all afterplans are up in the air now. Doesn't that suck? But hey, at least I'm bringing Tryst!