It seems that I have lost the “drive” to write. I no longer have pen and paper handy at all times to record for posterity any and all of my inklings, full-fledged ideas or mere inspirations. No, I now play games on my laptop and my Kindle. I listen to music on my I-Pod through my wireless headphones and really enjoy watching television movies with them on as loudly as I want, so as not to disturb anyone else in the house. In other words I have allowed these devices to replace my creativity. Though occasionally, I do come up with something that I find to be worthy of print, the following is one of these. I do hope that you enjoy it, and if so, please comment. (My ego could use some encouragement)..
Have a great Sunday,
The Living Blanket
Life is like a blanket,
woven of many threads
while some have blankets thick and warm
and soft pillows for their heads,
others have blankets thin and bare
and some are seldom spread.
But all blankets may be mended
up until the day they’re shred.
So handle your own blanket
with tender love and care
and wrap yourself in all that’s fine
and in all that’s good and fair
and then lend out all the corners
you can spare.
For what makes the finest blanket
are the threads that we all share.
April, 9, 2015
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I wish I could be more encouraging Jake, but I am having a similar problem. The desire is not as strong and the mental ability seems to be shaky. My faith is strong, I just seem to be in a holding pattern! Love you and God bless!
Thank you so much loopy. It is amazing though, how passion can ebb and flow depending on our own opinions of its worth. You’ll be fine though, your message has great import, especially in this weakened stage of our nation’s history. Write on!
This is beautiful in a way that is profound. That you can take a blanket and write poetry like this with such depth is truly a gift.
As I see it, you are in a temporary slump, from which you will emerge. It happens to all of us occasionally. For me, it’s when something weighs heavy on my mind that I find my creativity stifled. My mind is so focused on that single difficulty that all other thoughts and words are locked away. And then, eventually, the door opens. You’ve shown me with this poem today that your door is reopening.
AW, how sweet those words of encouragement Audrey, thank you so much. I am truly flattered and it means so much coming from such an accomplished poet as yourself.
I do hope you can see the door to your creativity eeking open.
There are many doors in life
some open and then close.
But, ’tis the door
that we ignore
the one we should have chose?
And if only there were windows
to look behind those doors,
would our life be changed
or just rearranged
if the ceilings there, be floors?
May 5, 2015
Just a little spur of the moment inspiration..Thank you. lol