This empty space,
a white light reminding
me to write something,
express some thought,
forge a poem by linking
words to form an image,
evoke a memory,
connect emotion
to some bright spot
of my everyday,
but this morning
the curser blinks
incessantly,
and I sit, uninspired,
and that becomes
my only offering.
—C.L. Fisher, March 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 
Guess it means you should draw instead! 😍
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Indeed!!! In fact, I did. LOL!
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That certain time of being dormant
That uneasy feeling of being empty
That distinct lack of inspiration
That time of no contemplation
Though no eloquent words are written
And no strong sentiments expressed
This quiet period are in one’s heart being invisibly written
As it may well be all that is needed
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Yes, I think sometimes we should allow the uncertainty to just wash over us as we wait quietly for inspiration to return.
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So enjoy your work☀️
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Thank you, Miss Kay!
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