Consternated

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Consternated

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wee hours
with the sane asleep
I’m steeped in consternation
no inspiration

my thoughts vague
I’m filled with doubt
caught in merciless hesitation
words tossed about
the unyielding page

fickle muse please
a spark
to light this dark
that grips me like a cage

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2019

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  • 26 thoughts on “Consternated”

    1. You chose a fitting title for this quadrille, Rob. I often feel that everyone is asleep, sound in their sanity, with me the only mad one awake – now I know that I’m not alone! Although it is usually my muse, unbidden words and phrases, that wake me up.

      1. My problem Kim, is when I am caught up in writing, I can’t put it down until what I am writing strikes a harmonic chord within me, oftan that takes me into the wee hours of the morning.

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