Creation by T.J. CarverInspiration has forgotten me;
no more images,
no more worlds.
Desolation where creation
once was plentiful,
bright and strong.
Aspirations have become mundane;
forsaken glory
to die with my gods.
My imagination is crushed--
overwhelmed by silence,
left unispired by song.
My muse is left broken and bleeding.
So now I close my eyes
and try for one last time
to see these images
to reach these worlds.
Are my gods still here?
Is there glory left for the taking?
Will I regain the fire to create?
I will shape
my will
sing into being
my creation--
my perfection.
02/02/2006 Author's Note: Okay, so it has been a very long time since I posted here. I have had a severe case of writer's block and this poem that was written about three months ago in some way foreshadowed the dry spell that was to come. I had one last go at poetry before the well ran dry. Here's to hoping the power returns in force some time soon.
Posted on 05/21/2006 Copyright © 2025 T.J. Carver
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