A poet reveals in sonnet form below how he deals and copes with creative mental exhaustion and fatigue and recurring bouts of “rimer's block” and lack of inspiration...
and eloquent lines rich in metaphor
die before the inkwell's used up, by and by:
for the once-teeming storehouse reservoirs
of song flee my page, though write in hope I try!
“How to resuscitate the muse again?”
I plead. “O what cure, what answer, what remedy
are main: the keys to my brain's creative drain!?”
So, in pain, to God I make my desperate plea.
On chance, I let the soil of my mind lie fallow:
and, when time has passed, my pen regains its powers;
and once more new strains sing unwan and unsallow,
so antique odes on clouds and daffodil flowers
may now commence with this inspired, newborn sonnet:
and take new life from this present time, and planet.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2022-10-16 at 20:48
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The Fallow Soil
When rhymes forsake me, my pen's then bled dry;and eloquent lines rich in metaphor
die before the inkwell's used up, by and by:
for the once-teeming storehouse reservoirs
of song flee my page, though write in hope I try!
“How to resuscitate the muse again?”
I plead. “O what cure, what answer, what remedy
are main: the keys to my brain's creative drain!?”
So, in pain, to God I make my desperate plea.
On chance, I let the soil of my mind lie fallow:
and, when time has passed, my pen regains its powers;
and once more new strains sing unwan and unsallow,
so antique odes on clouds and daffodil flowers
may now commence with this inspired, newborn sonnet:
and take new life from this present time, and planet.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
Read 79 times
Written on 2022-10-16 at 20:48
Tags Fallow Soil Muse
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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