Late, Late homework from 14th January!! Putting Pen to Paper
Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 11:36 pm
Maureen, Haven't visited any poetry sites for many many months now, but great to see you are still posting prompts to encourage us lazy poets to keep putting pen to paper!!
I scrolled through your prompts, and was really wanting to break the dry spell that has plagued me for several years - I don't think I have written anything for well over 12 months, and then nothing flash.
While words don't flow these days, thank you for being the prompt for at least having a go again!!
Putting Pen to Paper
© Irene Conner 28/05/19
Putting pen to paper’s not as easy as it seems,
despite the fact I used to write – now only in my dreams
do words and feelings come to me to touch a readers heart
but sadly, when my mind awakes, the words – from me – depart.
The words that used to coalesce to capture what we hide
now drift within the shadows, turn, then scatter far and wide.
And nothing seems to coax them back; to bid them stay and share
the power that collective words can have to lift despair,
To wake within a weary heart a magic memory,
to tell a younger family just how things used to be.
Why can’t they stay and share with me the gift I know they hold,
the gift that coats our thoughts and dreams with gilded sheets of gold.
No matter how I stretch and strain to grasp them as they flee
I stand with only empty thoughts that stare right back at me
and stories that I long to write stay firm within my dreams –
no, putting pen to paper’s not as easy as it seems!
I scrolled through your prompts, and was really wanting to break the dry spell that has plagued me for several years - I don't think I have written anything for well over 12 months, and then nothing flash.
While words don't flow these days, thank you for being the prompt for at least having a go again!!
Putting Pen to Paper
© Irene Conner 28/05/19
Putting pen to paper’s not as easy as it seems,
despite the fact I used to write – now only in my dreams
do words and feelings come to me to touch a readers heart
but sadly, when my mind awakes, the words – from me – depart.
The words that used to coalesce to capture what we hide
now drift within the shadows, turn, then scatter far and wide.
And nothing seems to coax them back; to bid them stay and share
the power that collective words can have to lift despair,
To wake within a weary heart a magic memory,
to tell a younger family just how things used to be.
Why can’t they stay and share with me the gift I know they hold,
the gift that coats our thoughts and dreams with gilded sheets of gold.
No matter how I stretch and strain to grasp them as they flee
I stand with only empty thoughts that stare right back at me
and stories that I long to write stay firm within my dreams –
no, putting pen to paper’s not as easy as it seems!