Scrumpy’s Distress

And something,
And then you don’t talk.
And life dries up,
And there’s no moisture for my soul.
I need to redeem myself,
Held tight, and talked to.
I need some warmth, some comfort and water,
I feel powerless against the abbreviations of my name.

10 comments

1. K. says:

   thank you

   September 18th, 2009 at 10:07 pm

2. Z says:

   Nice work.

   September 27th, 2009 at 08:38 am

3. K. says:

   Thanks

   September 28th, 2009 at 01:19 pm

4. A. N. Nanda says:

   Hi K.,
   Your poem expresses the emptiness a writer feels when struck by a spell of writers block. Yes, one needs water of encouragement, even from the maidservant of the house.

   “I feel powerless against the abbreviations of my name”.Lovely poem it is.

   Nanda
   http://ramblingnanda.blogspot.com

   October 15th, 2009 at 07:21 pm

5. K. says:

   Thanks. I’m glad you liked it.

   October 16th, 2009 at 09:30 am

6. ANURAG says:

   I like your poems.

   November 12th, 2009 at 04:41 pm

7. K. says:

   Thanks!

   November 13th, 2009 at 10:02 am

8. Deepak says:

   K/. is ALIVE!!!!

   November 18th, 2009 at 10:48 am

9. K. says:

   Haha, yes.

   November 26th, 2009 at 10:12 am

10. Anushi says:

    Every bit as beautiful as your mind.

    March 30th, 2010 at 04:05 pm

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