Day 6
- ~I
- Apr 7, 2020
- 1 min read
Blind Eyes, No words
Stared at an image,
Fixated eyes.
Waited, waited,
Words fail to align.
A change of scene,
The process repeats.
No clue, no growth,
Creative deplete.
Ekphrastic is unforgiving,
Frustration scars my mind.
The picture is abundant
but my inner eye blind...
While reading the poem I literally imagined a person staring at a painting in a museum and finally finding a dead look on their face
Reread it
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Euphoric 😍😍