<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At A Loss For Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some time had passed since a verse had come to mind <br>a mental blockage I have had, nothing seemed to rhyme. <br>No words of creation the supply had gone <br>no thoughts, or imagination, nothing, not a one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The source had stopped for some strange reason, <br>as though there was a break in the poetry season. <br>I tried and I tried, but nothing would come together, <br>not even with a change in the weather. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the early hours I woke up and had to pick up a pen, <br>for some strange reason I began writing again. <br>It is quite odd and I’ll never get to know <br>why periods of poetry come and go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I’m thankful when words and lines come to me <br>it is as though they are sent telepathically. <br>It doesn’t matter if the poem is incorrect or good <br>or if it’s taken as silly, or is misunderstood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As long as it relays that moment’s thought <br>an instinctive message that cannot be taught. <br>To me it doesn’t matter if its only two lines long, <br>or whether it has many verses, or even sounds wrong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thoughts of words or sentences come to mind <br>I have to write them down no matter the place or time. <br>If I don’t record the thought on paper right away <br>they become lost forever in the space of night and day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472840" data-title="At A Loss For Words de Orlando Belo" data-description="Some time had passed since a verse had come to mind a mental blockage I have had, nothing seemed to rhyme. No words of creation the supply had gone no thoughts, or imagination, nothing, not a one. The source had stopped for some strange reaso..."></div> </div> </div>

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