In my Head

I had poetry in my head

and then it was gone

a faded background

of orange, yellow, brown

A pointed amber of light

that would not help

Where did the words go?

Hiding in a glen of tallness

or under cover of green canopy

or hanging onto a noun with limbs

I’m tired and can’t think

My muse is here

perky and sun-gold bright

many spears standing at attention

waiting for me

to write


but nothing

I did have poetry in my head

perfect words and rhythm


poetry stomped away

Took a hike

of colorless black and gray

down a mindless path


and didn’t come back

until today

21 responses to In my Head

  1. Dan Antion says:

    This is a great blending of words and pictures, Mary. Well done! I know the feeling of having thoughts come and then flee. You captured it well.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks Dan! I was playing with my new phone’s camera last weekend and wanted to use the few good shots that came from experimentation. So I sat at my computer, blank stare…then left…then came back…then left…then came back…and finally the words wrote themselves. I like it when that happens. 🙂

      • Dan Antion says:

        The pictures are great! The worst is when you don’t remember the words, but you do remember that they were perfect!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks Cobs! Door County, where the photos were taken, and my sometimes blank mind were all the inspiration I needed.

  2. joey says:

    “hanging onto a noun with limbs” Ooh, girl, that was a fabulous line! You best copyright that!

    • bikerchick57 says:

      I’ll get right on that. I was trying to come up with a different word for tree and noun popped into my head. Thanks for labeling it fabulous. 😊

  3. Joanne Sisco says:

    Like Joey, I LOVED the line ‘hanging onto a noun with limbs’. I also love the final stanza when ‘poetry stomped away’.

  4. JoAnna says:

    You have described the unpredictable nature of creativity in a way we can relate to. Frustrating, yet the pictures are very beautiful, even the black and gray one. I enjoyed the personification of poetry stomping away like a child and taking a hike.

    • bikerchick57 says:

      Thanks, Joanna. Writer’s block IS frustrating, but I was glad this time to have some encouragement from the photos.

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