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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Thursday 24 October 2024

Desert...

Quite often the mind can become a desert
Vacuous and lacking any real connection
On a day when searching for new thoughts
It is obvious that there is only emptiness
A most arid place devoid of contemplation
Useful words are as absent as water droplets
For a time, this is such a godforsaken state
Momentarily a frustrating lack of progress
Like tripping over one’s own tied tongue
When confidence usually glides so freely
Amidst the vastness of usual expression
Such vacancy can return surprising results
Uncluttered minds can facilitate a wonder
As precious as finding a pink desert lily…

 
Eileen T O’Neill 24/10/2024

8 comments:

  1. It seems like there are a lot of vacant minds these days who are not registering the peril the planet is in. Sigh. Well expressed, Eileen. It is always good to read you.

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  2. So very true that sometime the mind can become a desert.. Not a very pleasant time when you just can't find the words! The ending is optimistic though, in that with vacancy can sometimes 'facilitate a wonder.' Perhaps sometime the mind needs such a desert to spur creativity.

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  3. That feeling of the mind being vacant is both feared and yet, as you say, a great chance for some rare bloom to flower in the desert of the imagination. Suzanne - Wayfaring - Wordpress blog.

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  4. Can totally understand that feeling, Eileen... when writers' block hits, it is truly a wretched state...but the pink lily is a real thing and will bloom!

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  5. I so love this unique approach to the prompt. Absolutely relatable. I am often caught up here for new ideas for poems as well as for prompts. Smiles. "Uncluttered minds can facilitate a wonder / As precious as finding a pink desert lily…" Saving grace, isn't it?

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  6. Sometimes, I find I have to clear my mind for a bit, before new thoughts can circulate. You have captured that feeling.

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  7. A welcome surprise, Eileen, this wonder in a mind uncluttered of comparatively vacuous words and thoughts: welcome and unexpectedly full of beauty. A delight to read.

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  8. "Momentarily a frustrating lack of progress
    Like tripping over one’s own tied tongue"
    Momentarily--or even for a few days or longer--before the lily comes. You speak my mind!

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