A Write Struggle

I sit and I sip,
maudlin, morose,
shabby not showy
in yesterdays clothes.

I ponder and pout,
bored, bothered,
sulky not sultry
feeling all smothered.

I'm cross and crabby,
wired, wayward,
stroppy not saintly,
with no way forward.













Poetry by shells
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Written on 2011-06-04 at 16:44

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Blilith
Some call it writers block, I call it heartache.
Keep going and write more
take it from your soul
do not let your head lead you
lovely poem
2011-12-22


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Apart from all of that , your doing just fine , Shells. And writing as good as ever.
Ken ( ; - ) )
2011-06-14


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Shells...I keep writing what I'm always convinced will be my
very last poem

My money's on you

xxx Stan
2011-06-13


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
When nowt comes to mind , when the tap don't pore out what we'd like it to , then write as you do ,just how it's hard to write , no such thing as nothing to write as you have provan hear
Ken
2011-06-06


workoutrules
ahh,how we all have had struggle mumbles in our head;)
The words you present on paper is a great Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle eh;) dont ask after I read your poem i wanted to write that lol!!Iam struggling as we speak to present you with a comment lol!loved it!
2011-06-04


Ferenc Inigo Beck
Ah there are days--and then there are days. A scene "painted in prose"(eloquently).
2011-06-04