17 July 2012

Now it is so quiet here

I think I have reached that point of mid-season malaise. Between the hot, sticky weather and the stagnation of working life and the completion of creative projects, I find myself longing for something new, something to write poetry about. Which is very silly, of course. There is always something to write about, it's more a matter of forcing yourself to write it out because there is something else in the way. It's just the doldrums of July.

1 comment:

  1. Take an early morning walk down to the waterfront. I find so many things I could write about. I just don't have the vocabulary to express them. I am sure when the right thought hits you though, you will find your inspiration.