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.

Sometimes when we surrender the struggle and the search, the muse - on the opposite side of the brain from those two ego-entities - appears.

Lovely poem with these words! Cathy

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

Anonymous said…

Hope things soon perk up.

Have a nice day, Boonie

Sometimes the right words elude us, that's for sure!

rebecca said…

i feel you....muse stirring just under your beautiful surface.
always,
you inspire.

Meri's Musings