Silence Looms

Envy paints me with its green brush
each time I stumble with words
while another pen earns its wings.

I compare my can’t to their can
as I stare snow blind at white space
that mocks my inadequacy.

Have I reached the end of inspiration?
Tears are a dark lake I cannot swim.
Silence looms.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Real Toads ~ Flash 55 Plus

Comments

Maude Lynn said…
This is exactly how I feel!
March 1, 2015 at 8:24 PM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
Maybe so — but your inventiveness with colour is unimpaired.
March 1, 2015 at 8:41 PM
Jim said…
Drats, Writer's Block again.
BTW, Google has some 'helps' here.
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March 1, 2015 at 9:00 PM
C.C. said…
That middle stanza is an astounding example of your 'can'---WOW!!
March 1, 2015 at 11:41 PM
grapeling said…
'tears are a dark lake I can't swim'

hit directly center ~
March 1, 2015 at 11:46 PM
brudberg said…
Oh... one reason to go blogging instead of publishing ... but I think you're great.. when I lack inspiration I pick out a piece of text and then just find wordpairs that I think look intriguing.. white and black are great colors for that feeling though
March 2, 2015 at 2:05 AM
Anonymous said…
You've expressed it for all of us, I'll bet. "I compare my can’t to their can"... Trying to learn not to do that. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed with the talent here on this blog (and others) and feel childish and silly. But, I also learn so much from you all and enjoy what I read enough to keep trying..
March 2, 2015 at 5:13 AM
Ron. said…
This will not last.
March 2, 2015 at 5:54 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I know how this feels. You have expressed the self-doubt of writer's block so succinctly in 55.
March 2, 2015 at 8:29 AM
Laura said…
"Tears are a dark lake I cannot swim." and yet we are plunged into it again and again, somehow flailing we return to shore, begin again.
March 2, 2015 at 9:51 AM
Anonymous said…
I certainly know that feeling. Beautifully stated.
March 2, 2015 at 10:03 AM
Grace said…
Your words resonated with me ~ Envy is what I feel like when I can't write and silence looms~
March 2, 2015 at 10:54 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
No way, Susie, because you are one of the poets by whom I measure my cant and your can.But I do know the feeling when weeks go by when I feel like I am not writing well. Then, occasionally, a half-decent poem comes through and keeps me plodding on, LOL. Your poems are a wonder! Fave line: "tears are a dark lake I cannot swim." I like what C.C. says, and I echo it.
March 2, 2015 at 11:46 AM
Jazzbumpa said…
Sometimes we just need a break.

I can get inspired by reading something I especially like, or especially don't like.

Funny how that works.

The poem is great.

Cheers!
JzB
March 2, 2015 at 12:22 PM
Hannah said…
That feeling is so connectable and your last two lines paint it brilliantly!
March 2, 2015 at 7:25 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
Perhaps for a wee while... But many times the tears are not meant to be crossed. Like this speaker shows, they can be written away...
March 2, 2015 at 9:55 PM
Outlawyer said…
Silence is a loom and you weave on j'it. Thanks, susie. Forgive typos on phone and trainZ k
March 3, 2015 at 6:59 AM
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