Happy Monday, everybody!
With the start of a new week, the (relative) settling down of things, and the need to combat my own writer’s block, I present the return of Theme Week!
Comment or send me a message in what sort of theme you would like to see some poems on this week. It can be as broad as “nature”, as specific as “the sound of laughter”, and anything around or between!
Looking forward to writing for you again.
I was able to snag a computer to post this for you! 🙂
You have to ride the fever when it strikes you,
You have to swim the ocean in the swell.
You never know when all the springs will die out
And leave you in the driest, desert spell.
You never know when wind may fall to silence
And leave you drifting empty with your sails,
So when the wind is rushing, breathe it deeply!
And leave no words unspoken in your trail.
– s. Clark
Sometimes the words are dead,
And you wade through sludged motivation
Grasping brittle twigs of thought
And yanking, just to fall,
Plunged into folds of dead flesh,
Rotted putrid for lack of movement.
Sometimes you breathe to speak,
And suck in dried, empty air
That sweeps and cracks your throat
Like a desert tunnel
And you collapse, for thirst
Of words worth saying.
Sometimes the sun does not warm
So much as burn,
And the stars do not sparkle
So much as distract,
And the river of your soul is nothing
But a muck-clogged creek bed
Wrinkling your nose
With the stench of empty dreams.
– s. Clark
