Wild about . . .
words in abstentia.
Inspirationless,
thought bubble eludes.
Poet?
Rhymes with blow it.
Force it.
Write it.
Do it.
Not.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Jilly’s prompt: “Write a poem that expresses how you respond to the Wild. The Wild within; the Wild that surrounds you; the Wild that beckons and bids you to embrace it.”
A fabulous prompt by Jilly. But for some reason, writer’s block has hit, which drives me . . . . . . absolutely wild!
lillian the home poet 
You totally answered the prompt! Very familiar frustration… it always help to exorcise it by writing. 😊
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Poet?
Rhymes with blow it.
Force it.
Write it.
Do it.
Not.
you have the gift of saying a lot in a few simple words, Lillian. really. really.
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blow inspiration blow!
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There will be days……. Enjoyed your poem.
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Nice description of inspirationless: “thought bubble eludes”
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That is EXACTLY the feel of that frustration!
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A meta-poem that not only fulfills the prompt but simultaneously exercises and breaks writer’s block! Clever!
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Interesting take on the prompt. Most poems have taken me where I expected to go, yours took me in a different place altogether.
Cheers,
Mark
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Totally love the line…’Rhymes with blow it’
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My writer’s block is a sixteen inch by sixteen inch by six inch hunk of mahogany, against which I thrust my forehead repeatedly until inspiration strikes. I’ve almost broken the wood completely through.
The headaches remain…. 🙂
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Your poem says a lot in very few words — well done!
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Inspiration is over-rated. if you write it, it will come.
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