The page sits, staring blankly
as the pen hovers in the air,
while three unfinished poems
mock from the desktop.
Inspiration has disappeared.
The detective assesses
the knotted, empty space
looking for clues.
The usual suspects are perp walked and paraded
into a lineup — pressure, preoccupation, and perfection,
but none identified as the culprit.
Meanwhile,
I wait patiently for its return,
trying to fend off panic that wants to encamp in the space.
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Maybe “Inspiration” has not really disappeared at all.
Perhaps it just is needing a bit of a break and will return as soon as it is ready.
Maybe “Inspiration” has not really disappeared at all.
Perhaps it just is needing a bit of a break and will return as soon as it is ready.
We have all been there. Take a Passover hiatus and try again in a few weeks.