It’s far too quiet inside my head,
Where buzzing voices ought to be,
Whispering, plotting, scheming, but
Today, there’s nothing.
Not a single hum,
Nor a peep.
I often let thoughts slip in and out,
Making themselves at home in my mind;
Prancing and dancing around and about,
Leaving all worries behind.
But not today,
They’re nowhere to find.
They seem to have drifted too far away,
Like abandoned wishes in a bottle of glass
Carried away by the waves,
Not knowing to where they go next–
What a shame,
I was hoping for them to stay.
For they’ve been my constant companions
On nights my mind wouldn’t allow me peace–
Like a lifeline, or a ray of sunshine,
They’d stay until I fell asleep.
Today, there’s not a single hum,
Nor a peep.
The voices outside aren’t as gentle,
Nor are they any kind to me;
They blend into one raucous,
Scraping, screeching cacophony–
And the voices in my head?
Today, I miss them dearly.
It’s far too quiet inside my head,
Where buzzing voices ought to be,
But today, there only lingers a silence of a grave,
Chilling, still, haunting, and eerie–
Like they never truly existed,
And it was all some daydream.
One, two, three–
I wait for thoughts to circle back;
Inhale, exhale, repeat–
Maybe it doesn’t work like that.
Maybe I should let the silence be,
Lingering till my thoughts come back to me.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan
Phew… it’s LATE, today! But I think that I might have finally hit the wall I’d been fearing I would, for the last nine days. Nevertheless, we move. We pull through. We pick up our pens and write because that’s what a poet would do. And you’re right, I chose to write about a writer’s block today. More specifically, the kind of block where your brain seems to be completely blank. I tried to turn it into a decent poem, and maybe I did write something relatable out of it. But hey, it’s a month to celebrate poetry in every shape or form. At least I didn’t give up.
Truth be told, I almost didn’t write today. I decided to take it easy. But it’s a slippery slope from there. You give yourself one day to not follow something you’re trying to build back up, and it’s just going to end up being a disaster a few days down the line. For my love of writing, and for the part of me that never really wanted to give up but was forced to stay away from it, I thought I’d be doing a disservice if I didn’t write something, anything, today. It wouldn’t matter if it didn’t turn out well. It would matter that I tried, though.
And better late than never, right?
I don’t really have a lot to say today because it’s been an extra long day at work and I am battling a severe depletion of creative energy. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow’s prompt will tickle my brain again and I’ll be able to come up with something better. And if you’re going through a creative block like I am, don’t worry. You’re not alone. Maybe a change of pace or scenery would do us both some good!
See you tomorrow with a brand new poem, then?
Yours truly,
The Shubhster.
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This has been day 10 of 30!
See you tomorrow?
Cheerio! Xx
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