As you will have noticed, my inspiration has been running a little dry of late. To push myself into some writing exercises I appealed, via social media, for requests. They could be for a poem in a specific form, about a theme or phrase.
Below are the first poems I have written to rise to the challenge I set for myself.
Nicola requested a haiku about bunking school:
While Afghani girls can only dream of the choice, you are a no-show.
And Jennifer Rose suggested that having no inspiration is inspiration enough! (thanks by the way, for the excellent advice).
The anchored pen There are pieces of paper lying lazily in an unopened book Ink can only dream of what it might become if only the anchored pen was hauled up from its place of slumber. Words try to form but dissipate like dandelion seeds caught on a whisper sent by gods of late summer. Perhaps words will not take root again until the spring.