The Words Are Gone
Posted: Thursday, January 15, 2009
by David Pekrul
I have been living with 'writer's block' for some time now. Most of the poems I have submitted here were written quite a while ago; although some were just written recently. Let's hope I get over this. I have a need to write, but life just seems to be getting in the way.
Where have the words gone?I used to have so many thoughts,
ideas, imaginations,
dreams, expressions and feelings.
Now I look at an empty canvass,
nothing moving; no sound;
no emotions; blank; void.
Where is the spark, the energy,
the fire within?
I am empty, hollow,
longing for the pictures to return,
to fill my being.
Let me run along the shores
of creative thought,
as their waves splash at my feet.
Let me climb the mountains of illumination,
where visions dwell.
The need to express myself overwhelms me,
For without it I am lost,
wandering the halls of my mind,
restless and unsatisfied,
in a limbo of darkness and space.
I will raise myself up,
tell the world I am here,
be heard, noticed, and known.
No longer will I let the words hide from me,
I will seek them, search them out,
hold them close,
and mold them.
The words will return,
with emotions and dreams,
and I will be whole again.
If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at
170 Carr Cres.
Okotoks, AB
T1S 1E3
Canada
E-Mail:dpekrul@gmail.com
ideas, imaginations,
dreams, expressions and feelings.
Now I look at an empty canvass,
nothing moving; no sound;
no emotions; blank; void.
the fire within?
I am empty, hollow,
longing for the pictures to return,
to fill my being.
Let me run along the shores
of creative thought,
as their waves splash at my feet.
Let me climb the mountains of illumination,
where visions dwell.
The need to express myself overwhelms me,
For without it I am lost,
wandering the halls of my mind,
restless and unsatisfied,
in a limbo of darkness and space.
I will raise myself up,
tell the world I am here,
be heard, noticed, and known.
No longer will I let the words hide from me,
I will seek them, search them out,
hold them close,
and mold them.
The words will return,
with emotions and dreams,
and I will be whole again.
If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at
170 Carr Cres.
Okotoks, AB
T1S 1E3
Canada
E-Mail:dpekrul@gmail.com
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Hi, David,
I wish you did not go through this blank page time, yet your sharing that means a lot to me. I pray that ideas will return. Your writing may be wanting to take a different tone or focus. I don't know. I look forward to your next and new works.
Sincerely, JaneThanks for the encouragement, Jane. Maybe I'm in a rut and need to look at other ways of writing. I guess I'll just let my imagination take a walkabout and see what happens.
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