*Pretty self explanatory this poem but maybe it means something different to you?
Silence rules my
brain today
No mumbles or words
do play
in vain
Sleeping words stay
silent still
For many days no
meaning real
What to say?
What to say
indeed?
No inspiration
does bleed…
Muffled voices
try to escape
Pleading to scream
for something
to say
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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When we wonder what to say – we end up saying it
A very nice reply Eric. I was struggling for inspiration or what to write so forced this one. I always look in the newspapers, watch the news, take in what goes on around me with family and friends but for the past few days my brain just doesn’t want to work. Maybe today shall be different.