Meaningless

When you stop writing poetry for thirty something years and finally get into a rhythm of writing any pause can be scary. I have been extremely busy and life has thrown me a couple of curve balls in the past couple of weeks, leaving me with little time to think of writing.

So I get scared and try to find a source of inspiration, something to break the ice, something that will allow me to string words together, something that will allow me to make sense.

When I find nothing, the only thing that gets me going is writing about the fact that I have nothing to write about. For some reason, this gets me writing. I am sure many of you have your own mechanisms to break through the dam of writelessness (yes I know that isn’t really a word but it should be).

If you click on the video you will see me recite “Meaningless” for a poet who has nothing to write, an artist unable to create, really has no meaning.

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More of my poetry can be found in my debut book “Old & UnWise – A Haphazard Collection of Poetry and Thought” For more information click on HOME