eyes aflame with spoiled sleep
no ink shed this night
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eyes aflame with spoiled sleep
no ink shed this night
eyes aflame with spoiled sleep
no ink shed this night
oyeah…
🙂 😉
This is so good, Rob. The imagery and feels are so clear. Also, I think many of us have been there at some point.
Thank you very much Magaly… 🙂 Yes, been there too many times. 🙁
Great senyru, Rob. Having just read my way through the entries, I’m quite ready to put bones to rest!!
Thank you Bev… 🙂 …time to leave thems bones alones… 😉
This surely affects most of us until our muse wakes up and nudges us saying “Look, I have an idea”.
And sometimes OE our damned muse just doesn’t want to cooperative… 🙂 …but sometimes they are abundantly supportive and offer great catalyst to get us started. I love interacting with writers who truly understand the real meaning of a muse, the struggle they can be, and the less than occasional blessing, I love writing! 🙂 🙂
A senryu I relate to, Rob. My skull is spilling only headaches at the moment and very little ink.
Beautifully worded! (In despite of what it says.)
I relate.
… We’ve all been there!
I like this. 🙂 Yes, all of us writers can relate!
Yes RW, way too familiar — and frustrating.
We can all relate to this one, Rob!
Too true Sara… 🙂