Writer’s Silence

Scotch Argus Butterfly
Scotch Argus Butterfly” flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

I am reduced to silence

Promising ideas dance at the edge of my mind

Quietly vanishing when caught on paper

Inky moths, stilled by a lepidopterist’s pin

Dying, dissolving, leaving me bereft

Exhausted by the effort of achieving nothing, I submit to this uneasy silence

And so the dance begins again

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One Response to Writer’s Silence

  1. Lovely poem, Sarah, even as it captures an uneasy silence. But then the dance begins. Again.

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