To all those ideas which are screwed up, spat out and shredded.

How I miss you when my creative juices stop flowing

and my mind stops giving.

 

To all those thoughts which are forgotten, scribbled down and tucked away.

How I miss you when my mind can’t formulate

and creativity has taken the day off.

 

To all those songs, drawings, puns, poems and stories.

How I miss you when my tongue no longer wants to speak

and my hands can’t bare to draw.

 

But I know it's just temporary.

Poetry > Ode to creativity

© Joseph Sakoilsky 2018

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