march 18th, 2001 8:00 a.m. pst
poetry (still another poem about writing poetry)
mundanity (is that a word?)
I wait for something to happen
nothing happens
I try to inspire inspiration, instantly entertain, push start my heart
but it does no use
the poetry lay there dead in the water, hardly moving
life is stagnant and repetitive, poetry is getting wet and sinking into the river
the words are idle,
blinking cursor
laughing at my inability to start my creativity
i set such goals at one time
and time rolls on and on whether creativity exists or no
i ponder all those creative souls who perished early before they had
a chance to expound
i greive for them
and as the months pass my stalled persona and leave me in the dust
i sigh
sometimes i'm just too tired to ask why anymore
the words
the same words
the same thoughts in perpetuity
just like a motor
and the motor needs oil and water
and a push start down the hill of insanity
and I will exist again in my words
but it just seems to take time.............
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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