Painful lack of words
writing becomes much too hard
where have our poems gone.
Words written in haste
now make very little sense
without any flow.
They are no longer
as a body without breath
alive for others.
Emptiness resides
in a heart without feeling
our words have no life.
Those words without life
failing to bless a hearer
become of no use.
Why do we ignore
inspiration from nature
our muse is asleep.
Once it awakens
words return to the living
joy comes to our hearts.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
Painful lack of words
writing becomes much too hard
where have our poems gone.
Words written in haste
now make very little sense
without any flow.
They are no longer
as a body without breath
alive for others.
Emptiness resides
in a heart without feeling
our words have no life.
Those words without life
failing to bless a hearer
become of no use.
Why do we ignore
inspiration from nature
our muse is asleep.
Once it awakens
words return to the living
joy comes to our hearts.
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