Truly I can’t really write now
Though I’ve been on thinking
Of what to write and how to
Lo, it’s never been this tough
To let my thoughts roll
Through feather, ink and paper
I am just like a lonesome bird
In a scorched treeless desert
Seeking for the repose of perch
Or where to make a rest-nest
O If only I could write right now
I’d first write of my hindrance
Till I am inspired to write later
Ostar
Ostar.
Write of your hindrance – which is exactly what you did here. I feel you.
Yes @Kaycee. I didn’t ‘did’ it lol
*Sigh* The writer’s cross,
To carry truth but lack the voice
Or perhaps the tune
To skillfully declare that Truth
Yes, it happens to all of us.
Thanks Ostar
Fires breathe air, such is your presence always @Myne
And the day is always bright at the smiles of @sunshine
The sky is ignited and lighted by Thunder as @Kaycee is
To Ns!
Powerful one. Ostar at it again.
@lactoo thanks buddy. Check out the Akwa Ibom 25word poetry Tribute here. Do it!
And so you wrote on your hindrance…well done
Nice!