It is one o'clock in the morning. I am sitting here trying to be creative, but all I have done is look at pictures hoping they will speak to me. No, I am not crazy. I search through photographs for inspiration to write. Tonight or should I say this morning I am not having any luck. I think my muse is tired and sought her pillow before I sat down at my computer.
I hate moments like this. I write a few words and then stare at the cursor blinking hoping more will come. I recently discovered a quote by Paul Valery, "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." I am not sure I would agree that is the case on every one of my poems. Many times I feel when a poem speaks it is finished. My problem tonight is I haven't heard one say it is time to begin.
In one of my attempts I was working on a prompt to write a haiku using the word urn..Should I have it stuffed with a loved one's ashes or fill it with flowers? That urn sits in my brain silent. Perhaps I should take that as a sign to pour ashes into it, but death has visited too often this year and I don't know if I have another funeral poem in me. For now I have an empty urn clanking around in my thoughts.
I even attempted writing Monostich poetry. That should be simple. It is a poem of only one line. Not as easy as "one" line would indicate. It is supposed to have 6-12 syllables., To clarify the syllable count it is to be an even number of syllables...6,8,10,12. The ones I wrote were all odd numbered. Maybe I spoke to soon,Valery might be right about abandoning a poem.
I really should be asleep. Snoring would be more productive than I have been tonight. Thoughts of the dreaded writer's block stalking me keep popping into my head. I sit here writing about not being able to write.
Enough! I need to stop my rambling and get to bed. So I must say a simple, "Goodnight."