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. 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.


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