Magpie #23

A life long reader, he had taken of late to writing. Writing down tales from his past, observations of the present and thoughts on the mysteries of life. The muse that lit his imagination's fuse has been suffocated like a fire is extinguished with a soda acid mixture. The words are there but the ideas are not......fizzled like a fire cracker dud..pfsst, gone, kaput; buried in Angela's Ashes.

Free falling for 19 months, a blink of an eye------- the net, the net, where is the net?

Perhaps the river carrying it's ships, or the train click clacking along, or the clouds, or the heron. Perhaps the sunsets? No not there, at least not yet. Trees? One would think, but no, not even there in these lifelong friends. Can the fire be relit?


Can life be renewed, inspiration rekindled?

What's this I spy: pixilated pixie dust? Maybe. Sprinkle it around and wait. No, No, don't wait:

write, WRite, WRIte, WRITE NOW; right now!