Winnie the poo has a sad and woe be gone friend called Eerhar
Today as always he is my icon


Oh Well...

I vowed to write a piece each day
To find my lost creative spark
So here my thoughts in disarray
I sit waiting with a question mark

The rain the trees and wind all there
But literal with no allure
The house unlit is a drab affaire
My muse and passion still obscure





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-19 at 16:16

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countryfog
My five year old grandson has just come to find and love Winnie the Pooh stories, which surprised me because he's a typical boy whose interests are video games and robot cartoons. A tribute to Milne whose characters and predicaments and friendships have something to say to each next generation.

I too at many times have tried to force myself to write something every day . . . in that way I always come back to haiku, that frame of mind where I have to find that "something" in a moment and place that I would have overlooked otherwise.
2015-09-20


Ivan R
When one stops trying, then the spirit gets to run and wow, does it not tell you that you have it, you did it, yes. This is a poem from true inspiration, no mind, just feel ... and it feels so good*
2015-09-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
More proof that you can write a good poem about anything. It's amusing that so many of these have been about being uninspired.
2015-09-19