Tag Archives: Self Doubt

Two Blank Thoughts…

quill and page The blank page
‘tis an enemy, forsooth, draining words
from me. Thou accursed fiend,
such a fickle
foe,
where
doth my
muse now flow?
As I stare blankly away
from thee, thy laughter
echoes mockingly.
LadyP©2014

quill and pageThe blank page
seems my enemy as it stares balefully
back at me. Until I write a
thought or two,
showing
my enemy
what I can do.
Putting black on white,
as words now rain, tho’
how soon ‘til  I feel his
mocking disdain?
LadyP©2014

 

two whimsies,
on a blank subject…x

Sanity…

The-Mad-Hatter-And-The-March-Hare-Putting-The-Dormouse-In-The-Teapot,-Illustration-From-Alices-Adventures-In-Wonderland,-By-Lewis-Carroll,-1865 
                 Sometimes I wonder                                                     
               am I quite sane?                                              
and              
                                
then                             
I                   
                    think                   
                              again
.           
Sometimes I think          
that madness is fraught
with ideas that circle,
but won’t be caught
The more you try
the less you gain
finding an idea
that will remain
within close range
not set to fly                  
                                        flitting away                              
as you say ‘bye, to sanity        
that noble beast where nothing
is left at
the Mad Hatters feast,         
as the mouse is kept within                          
the teapot, where madness reigns                     
and sadly, sanity does not. 

                    LadyP©2013                     

This came to me as a thought, just a simple thought about how one views everyday things. How we can misconstrue and gain the wrong impression about someone. My slant on life gives me much pleasure and makes me laugh sometimes but am I sane? For I feel sure I have hidden from the powers that be and have escaped the straight jacket!!   😉

Wordsmith Tale…

Wordsmith
You dread such moments,
your brain is not your own,
all thoughts seem alien and unreal,
you feel estranged from everyday life,
sans ability to express what you feel.
Nothing
prepares you
for times such as these,
nothing at all
you can do
for being a wordsmith is your whole life
without that talent, what are you?
Yet there remains a hope
a thin line of chance,
the words
will                
again                       
dance                            
to                                        
your                                       
tune,                                     
for                                   
you                          

are                  
the           
     piper,
                       you pay

                                   no-one.
                                           To
                                                    such
                                                      fears
                                                     you       
                                                        must                
                                                            become                    
                                                      immune…               
                                            LadyP©2013