Depressed 1
Depressed 1
Jul 22, 2022

Dry Well

I was so thirsty I needed a drink

My mind was dusty I could not think

My tongue was so hot it began to fry

Went to the well but the well was dry

Took a shovel and dug deep down

More thirst was all that I found

No water in sight I am running dry

Hope it rains again soon before I die

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I was having a case of writers block when I wrote this

Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

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Comments

Rosewood Apothecary

Dealing with writers block can be really difficult. All in all this a decent poem. I wouldn’t let simplicities in a work conveys poor quality. That is the kind thinking that’ll get you locked up. Like anything else writing is practice. Feeling the spark of inspiration may be fleeting or non existent at times.

The metaphor of a vessel needing to be filled by going back to the source is old and steeped in spirituality. I know the feeling when there’s “nothing left”. Congratulations for being self aware and also for just writing it down regardless of the outcome. It worked well here. This is a decent piece.

“Reach out your hand
If your cup is empty
If your cup is full
May it be again
Let it be known
There is a fountain
That was not made
By the hands of man.”

R. Hunter

Just keep at it you’re doing great,
Tim

Candlewitch

I too, liked your poem of simple language to convey a deep thought. may your cup always be filled to the brim! ;)

*hugs, Cat

Geezer

cups here! Simplicity is always nice. I think that your admonishment of "Please use care, this is a sensitive subject for me" belies the simpleness though, sounds like more going on than first observed. ~ Geezer.
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Jackweb

You've projected a very descriptive metaphor in this poem. Very apt yet beautiful!

Creativity is a large and puzzling subject. I don't dwell upon inspiration. Don't allow your well to get dry. Make it rain again. You have dominance over your own thought. Stir it up and your creative would spring up.

A poem has many moving parts, from sound and rhythm to form, voice, and figurative language.

More grease to your elbow.
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RoseBlack

Very simple yet solid write. I like the use of metaphors to describe your writer's block. It was descriptive and provided much imagery. Good job.