Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Frustration

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I write,
But not tonight.
I cannot find the words.
Thoughts and feelings fluctuate.
They ebb and flow, then intertwine,
But won’t converge into one sense-filled line.
Reluctantly, I rise from chair, blank screen still there.
My muse is playing hard to find.
I write,
But not tonight.

 

 


 

5 thoughts on “Frustration

  1. “Reluctantly, I rise from chair, blank screen still there.
My muse is playing hard to find.”
    I really enjoyed this poem, especially the quoted lines. Thank you!!

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