A Poet's Winter

by RustySoul   May 31, 2018


When winter prevails a poet's mind,
The words like leaves wither and fall,
Lacking the usual profundity
But words are words after all.

Swept away by winds of criticism,
Insignificant they become thus;
When inspiration or the muse is lost
The work's forgotten without a fuss.

Seasons are really never static
Certainly, Spring will follow behind,
Bringing back the rousing passions
To ignite the poet's mind.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Lost One

    Judge's Comment

    I love how Mohammed describes writer's block as seasonal. I'm sure everyone reading this can relate to the frustration they feel as a writer when the "leaves wilt," but he leaves us with a day of hope with the reminder that sprung is right around the corner

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    A nice piece of writing RS. I love poetry about seasons and changes, and you have done this well here :) so I will happily nominate this piece.
    Well done
    Michael

    • 5 years ago

      by RustySoul

      Many thanks for the nomination and your comment Michael...!!

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    As usual words fail me... Your words as perfect, flawless in fact.

    • 5 years ago

      by RustySoul

      Thank you for the praise Em!!

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