Wednesday, September 3, 2008

When the @#$* words just won't come...

A proper belle
does not dismiss as pathological
the voices

she calls out their names,
and bids them join her
in tea.

She plies them with juleps.

Once acknowledged,
gracious ghosts
of imagination
gift in kind
with whispers of secrets
and scandals
to the tongue
of story.

Do you ever find yourself stuck? I have. And when I get that way, I turn to poetry to ply my muse into compliance. What techniques do you use to get past those miserably dry spells? I really want to know.

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