Not the end of my time

Just my way of saying I'm still on WC! :P :D

I used to have a pen in my hand

Writing incessantly; thoughts I'd ne'er want to forget

But as I lay here ridden with a void

I can't even remember where life went away from the words

 

A ticking clock and an old calendar

Sure, I could blame it on the hands of time

But never so much as an iota of inspiration

Crossed my path enough to let me through

 

A million verses and a few metaphors

None familiar as the ones I wrote

But somewhere down the line

I feel I've been quoted enough

 

The winds blow faster than the rising sea

And the sun sets farther down below

But I haven't said this for quite a while

I'm saddened but this isn't the end of my time

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

ha ha ha!! I know what you are writing about. I'm trying to get back in here too!
Never ever stop writing :)

[StoryTailor]

Good to know that you kept up with it. ^^

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad you are still with us. A powerful poem. Emotion and desire is strong in your words.
"A ticking clock and an old calendar
Sure, I could blame it on the hands of time
But never so much as an iota of inspiration
Crossed my path enough to let me through'
Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote

[Aggie Skeleton]

Te-Hoo, you're back and writing abain. Awesome! Score one for the writer punks!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Nice to see some activity....
but inspiration comes at it's own leisure.

Good things are well worth the wait.

[Eclipsing Moon]

nice to see you I was missing your writing