I have blue balls
The frustration is real
Flooded with creative spirit
And no outlet
The moment I start
Paintbrush in hand
Crochet hook ready
Then creatus interruptus
It seems the whole world
Needs me...now!
And I ejacuate prematurely
It brings no joy
Gone are the days
Of unlimited hours
Lost in the noumenal
Lost in the chthonic
All that mystery and richness
Replaced with chit-chat and chores
No art no soul no spirit
In dirty dishes
A bird with no song
A housebound cat
A ticking time bomb
Kaboom!
bjb
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Retired RN/Women's Advocate.
Poet, artist, nature lover, seeker
NW EU, Spain, Native Am, Scotland
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