dust covers every key on the piano spiders have taken over the easel no one creates here anymore rain pattering window’s glass even on a sunny day the doors stay closed no one comes to knock or call newspapers stacked outside the door recall how long it has been thus a cat wanders this floor’sContinue reading “The Artist’s Winter”
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Haiku #58
dawn sets land ablaze warms and eases writer’s cramp puts dead words to rest
the ghost of the artist
a ghost of the artist stands behind me his eyes running the course on my work a sigh of resignation escapes my throat this digression causes the ghost to start as an icy hand, pulsing with exuberance who in life created visions, splendor rests dead fingers upon my soft shoulder as gentle words whisper “Believe”Continue reading “the ghost of the artist”
writer’s block
this temporary blockage concerns me disheartening non-creation silly stagnant deluge brings me down leaving me dryly unfufilled how long can this last when does it leave what form can I look forward to enormous question mark in my head a huge blurred patch of dull grey
bernard barnes . artist . writer 