The lady ails,
her brain a fevered black hole
where poetry burns.
Oh, do I know the feeling…. 🙂
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It’s the most frustrating thing when you want to write poetry and your body shouts ‘no!’. I know that you have to put up with this far more than me. But you still write beautifully lyrical posts, plus working on your wonderful novel. I guess those are more free-flow, whereas poetry is a much more tightly disciplined artform.
Yes, the disciplined forms are definitely the most unforgiving! I have so many pages in my memo pad that are full of poetic fragments, and sometimes (much later) I can make something out of them, but usually the bird has flown; frustrating indeed… I wish you luck in your tug-of-war!
And yet… you managed to write this!
I still envy you writers who manage to pen stuff despite ails and whatnot!
It doesn’t always happen. Mostly my brain turns to mush D: But seriously, I know and have known people with terrible afflictions and illnesses who still manage to be creative. I’m in awe of them 🙂
“Better to burn out than to fade away”? I don’t know, but I hope all is going well in book-cover and marketing land, if that’s where you are currently (or I’m a few steps behind with . . . just about everything!). I very much like the imagery of a burning black hole inside the mind.
I’m a bit behind and racing to catch up, having had flu and lost about a week in the process. Am just checking through how my book will look on eleven different devices, before I put it up for pre-order for a week, prior to publication on Kindle. The paperback version is ready to go, but waiting in the wings.
Ugh, so sorry to hear it, Sarah. Have you had good luck with any so-called homepathic remedies? Several years back, I think I tried (I might be wrong on this) black elderberry tea and it seemed, at least for the heat factor, somewhat effective. But I haven’t tried it since then. There’s so many meds that I can’t take with the ones I do, that I usually suffer through cold/flu with nothing but soup, tea, rest, “tincture of time” as the physicians say, etc. Thank goodness, it has usually worked fine. Anyway, much luck as you move forward and, I hope, feel better daily.
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Writes quirky novels, speculative flash fiction, haiku and tanka. Nature lover. Novice photographer. Allotment freak. Mezzo soprano. British eccentric.
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