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...


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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-16 at 20:48

Tags Fallow  Soil  Muse 

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
If this is what you produce when you are suffering "brain's creative drain" please can I join your club?
How well you express your feelings of frustration and pain!
Marie xx
2022-10-23