Heart-words
Be it good, or be it bad, I write from my heart. My muse dwells there.
My brain thinks, my heart feels. Topics come from my brain; the words come from my heart.
For the past many weeks my brain has said, “Pull words from your heart and put them on your blog”.
For the past many weeks I have opened my heart in search of those words. Most often, I’ve reached in and found only crumbs.
Be it good, or be it bad, I write from my heart. My muse dwells there.
My heart is empty now; no words to blog are there.
My brain thinks, my heart feels. Topics come from my brain; the words come from my heart.
For the past many weeks my brain has said, “Pull words from your heart and put them on your blog”.
For the past many weeks I have opened my heart in search of those words. Most often, I’ve reached in and found only crumbs.
Be it good, or be it bad, I write from my heart. My muse dwells there.
My heart is empty now; no words to blog are there.
posted by Erik Ivan James | 2:24 PM
6 Comments:
There is great energy in a vacuum.
Ivan
They are there. They just don't sing at the moment. Lurking, waiting. Will take their turn in a bit. You will see.
Donnetta
Maybe a quadrouple by-pass is in order to get the words flowing again?
They'll be back! Try art, or plays, or museums, or music, or ...
Well, don't worry. They'll reveal themselves again!
you will write again...i promise.
Janis Joplin:
"Just a little piece of your heart now, baby."
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