Nomad

I understand dearest Naajir it will pass my friend 💕
in the mean time just jot down lines and save them
I've done that before then eventually put them into poems...

I hear Metallica in my head right now. Retro shit. Wherever I May Roam.

It may be sad but true. Words will come back.

Shit. Here are some random some words to write about;  the moon is full; we are connected by tiny strings of ether; the shape of a woman is an electric guitar; lust is the only truth, the smell of cookies baking is the only truth; people are dickbags when shopping for holidays.

But you did say a lot in a few words

Dear N,

I concur with my esteemed poets above, the block will unblock and their suggestions of aid are extremely helpful. Well written for expressing that nightmare of having the dreaded writers block. H🌷

That is about the best expression of writer's block I've seen yet. Just wait...3 in the morning & you just want to sleep, that muse is going to bite you in the ass & keep you up for hours

The Nomadic life of others has produced amazing poetry and others works. Hugs and peace, Oral

Ha-ha, nice caption for such a picture.   Your expression could be profound, epiphanic self-realization, and the overwhelming exponentiation from such perception.  In another interpretation, I see your writer's block, or a time of being uninspired.  It almost elicits a dichotomous irony, to me, because writing on the very topic is inspiring, which to extremity, could be that profound, epiphanic inspiration.  Anyway, thanks for sharing.