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Farewell, Farewell
by Mary Ellen SmithIve said goodbye so many times
To prose, to poem, to word and rhyme.
With heavy heart I raise my hand
And waving, here I stand.
The horizon tho so far away
I see the words out there at play
And tease them back for one more game.
So joyful that they came.
But daylight doesnt give us light
Instead gives way into the night
Like script without confine of pen,
They leave me once again. 04/07/2006 Author's Note: another struggle with writer's block.
Posted on 04/07/2006
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/10/06 at 12:18 AM I too am having trouble with writers block. Excellent
poem about it Mar...Charlie |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/10/06 at 12:22 AM Probably most writers experience what you are experiencing now Mary Ellen. You've said it with wistfulness and eloquence. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/03/06 at 03:59 AM Hi Mary Ellen,
Yes, it does happen to the best of us. It comes back, just don't push yourself. Looks like you have a start with this already. Great write. |
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