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Post by AquarianM on Sept 15, 2003 1:20:01 GMT -5
For some reason tonight, I've tried to pry a secret from under the coner bricks, Of the universe, Something I've once in a poem been successful at, Or so I think some nights, But tonight the well has run dry, The quill captured by a soulless empty breeze, So all I could come up with, Were a few ink blots and a scrawled "Hello friends."
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 09/15/2003
Author's Comments: It's just gotten too late and all I'm doing is yawning. Thinking of you all.
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Post by Elle Rush on Sept 16, 2003 10:50:07 GMT -5
Oh, do I know this feeling, Dan! When what you feel, want to express just isn't coming the way it usually does. It happens to many of us. Sometimes outside influences take the energy away from the creative spirit... the best we can do is try... I like this.
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Post by AquarianM on Sept 16, 2003 15:11:40 GMT -5
Rachelle, thank you. I once listened to Natalie Goldberg on writing, and point she made stuck in my head: "If you can't think of anything to write, then write about not being able to think of anything to write!" She's clearly a firm believer in daily practise, and I myself like to stay as close to that as I can. thank you again.
Dan
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