Summer is over, now Autumn rules
and the wind blows cold
time to wrap-up, dig out warmer clothes.
Blue skies darken, grey clouds scudding by
bringing rain and bringing floods.
Like a spoilt child the wind will rage
showing ever changing moods.
Each day I think of you
I think of how to please you
I think I do not know you
Because I always fail
You turn my thoughts away
You turn the tide each day
I can never find an appropriate way
To turn my thoughts to action
There's always some complaint
That seems a cause to rant
And rave, that boils my blood
And buries sweeter thoughts of love
I am thinking that the fragments are becoming poorer in content and as poetry. I am fast losing confidence in my ability, was it just a flash in the pan; those couple of dozen poems which I created before the turn of the summer. I just wish that I could find the creative spark which I thought I had triggered. I am not claiming that those poems were classics but I was proud of them and believed that I could get better. Unfortunately in trying harder to improve I seem to have lost my way. And I am getting to be a bore on the subject.
I have been reading books, magazines and blogs and can't help wondering if I am trying too hard. Am I being put off by what I am reading? This is why I would like to give a link to a blog which includes a short poem written to a prompt. Maybe this has something to teach me? I know lots of sources of prompts for writing and for poetry, maybe I should try this and simply open my mind and let go, not worrying about the length of the poem but just creating a fragment for its own sake. If I can start to believe in myself again maybe the longer and "better" poems will start to flow again.
The blog is by Peggy Goetz and is called ON A DAY LIKE TODAY. Two poems I liked particularly from the latest posts were December Afternoon and Words Matter. I shall be reading a few more poems by Peggy and hoping for some inspiration. Wish me luck.