Monday Silence

Writing is a struggle against silence. 
       ~Carlos Fuentes


Today, I'm struggling against silence
yet I can't find words to write down.
The gray sky, the melancholy of Monday
has stolen the colorful words lined up,
waiting to come out to play.
I think I'll go search for them.



Comments

Bonnie Zieman, M.Ed. said…
Sometimes when we surrender the struggle and the search, the muse - on the opposite side of the brain from those two ego-entities - appears.
September 13, 2010 at 12:47 PM
A Bit of the Blarney said…
Lovely poem with these words! Cathy
September 13, 2010 at 4:49 PM
Noelle Clearwater said…
I believe that the photograph is a silent poem all its own. It requires no words. Thank you. It is a sanctuary of reflection.
Noelle
September 13, 2010 at 6:52 PM
Anonymous said…
Hope things soon perk up.

Have a nice day, Boonie
September 13, 2010 at 10:34 PM
EG CameraGirl said…
Sometimes the right words elude us, that's for sure!
September 14, 2010 at 11:41 AM
rebecca said…
i feel you....muse stirring just under your beautiful surface.
always,
you inspire.
September 14, 2010 at 4:31 PM
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