I won’t be writing here for awhile. Probably. Maybe. I don’t know.
I’ve started several blog posts but can’t finish them. All my energy is drawn elsewhere. As if I’m in Limbo, waiting for some axe to fall.
Here’s a pretty poem to tide you over until I return. Something I wrote years ago. Hid away.
See if you can guess what it’s about.
All the Little Lambs
I swear
Sometimes I feel like
I lay in a loft,
Peeking
Through a warped
floorboard,
Watching havoc
burn hay.
And I feel
Distant, somehow,
Remote, dismayed.
While live lambs
Burn
Below
Betrayed.
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I will!
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I know its hard to write when your energy and creativity is being sucked away, but we’ll be here to welcome you back when it returns.
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Thank you, Kelli! Hugs.
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And I thought I was the only one! I decided that as long as I didn’t have anything I was passionate about I was not going to lower my blog’s standard & post just for the sake of posting.
So, I’m waiting for my enthusiasm to return… be patient it’ll come back, maybe we need that time to recharge ourselves. I read an articles from a writer who lived close to Picasso to write his biography… he observed him sitting still in a chair a whole night long with only his leg moving back & forth… that way he was planning his next painting.
It seems that mulling over is the larger part of creativity & the actual creation much shorter.
With that we understand the reason for art being sometimes so expensive.
Thanks for sharing, it does the world of good for all sides to know we are not alone in this 🙂
Have a good regenerating weekend!
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That’s interesting about Picasso. I read somewhere that the milder forms of depression (melancholy?) is nature’s way of slowing us down, getting us to rethink things, go inward–“mulling” is a good word for it.
Thank you for reading and sharing. It really does help knowing others have been where we are at. Wishing you a burst of creative juices as well.
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That’s a nice way of explaining it! Thanks for your good wishes 🙂
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Thanks for letting us know… it is natural I think to break away and I have no idea what your poem is about and that is okay too 🙂
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Thank you. I’m loving traveling through Italy with you–keep the posts coming.
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Time out is ok, this community is here when its needed and silent and undemanding when its not. Come back replenished.
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Thank you, Claire. I really love you guys! My blogging community.
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Ah yes – I’ve been to this place, Deborah. It’s fear. Fear of a future you can’t control, and sensing what awful things will happen because you can’t be omnipotent. From my own experience, and from what you’ve already told us, I think it must be about your son. Is he the ‘lamb’ ? Think of the passive secular and religious associations with this creature.
There’s a lot more I could say, but that’s more than enough. From your wonderful and often wise writing, you know what you should be doing. It’s just that when the going gets really tough we forget what we know.
Forgive me if I am completely wrong and have overstepped the mark.
I trust all will be resolved. x
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Yes, it is fear of a future I can’t control, and your guesses are right. I love the way you approach things from a mythical/archetypal viewpoint. It does help to look at things from the long perspective. Thank you for pointing me in that direction.
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I wish you peace on your foray into a ‘creative dry spell.’ I am just emerging from a rather longish one and can assure you that no matter how long or how ‘dry,’ you will emerge on the other side refreshed and re-focused.
take care
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Thank you, Laura. I appreciate that.
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I have had a dry spell lately, too. I think I’m heading back into the writing now. Ebbs and flows for me.
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Living on the Edge of the Wild
Sent from Harbie
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Thoughts will be with you for a return of energy and peace, too.
We’ll be here when you get back, Deborah!
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Foster the renewal of your spirit and vitality, and in the interim, I will be wishing the best for you. Hopefully, we’ll see you again soon.
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