Muse Wanted, Apply Within

So I'm in that stuck place now, where my life feels stuck and it's just the same themes sifting around in my head on repeat.  And since I've written all those poems already nothing interesting is coming up.  It's all such lame dross no matter how much inspiration I force feed in and how diligently I try to write myself out.  And this blog is part of it. It is making me more critical.  The fact that I've put some strong work out there publicly makes me re-read everything with sharper eyes because I want new stuff to stand up to the so-carefully curated old stuff... which is a good thing.  But I've been here before.  Just have to wait for the next inspiration or life wave to hit and my brain output will stop boring me...

Wind Poem

Feeling low and writing awful poems
out in the waning summer afternoon,
a sun patch pressing my denim knee,
my hair’s a messy cloud
the wind keeps sifting through
soothed by it, I drink my tea...
sometimes the wind is better
at writing poetry than me.