Being Creative is Hard!

My head hurts, I try to think of creative ideas and none come. I take a course in Creative thinking, it helps, but I find that sometimes I am still blocked! Rhymes don't come, the flow of words is dammed up, I become dry and parched like a desert, cracking, wilting, fading away into nothingness. Water, wa cough, cough, wa-tter... Something to quench this dry spell, rain down on me right now Oh Lord above, thunder the heavens, bring forth the clouds and drench me with words, something. Do not hold back, think back to Noah, remember the Ark- then think of me.

I cannot tell you why I need to be creative, to do so would thwart my creativity even more. But I find that I am most creative when I am listening to an Unsung Psalm by Tracy Chapman. Or "Somewhere over the Rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwoole - but lately, I need more. I am reminded of a song we used to sing at church, Send out the rain "Lord, Send down the rain Lord, we need the light of rain, we need the rain Lord, we need the rain Lord, we need the light of rain" At the time it made sense- now it makes none. Perhaps the words are not exact, but that is how I remember them.

So now I inhale deeply, the scent of effervescent peach- this is not imaginary as in other posts- I really do have a peach here at my desk. It is firm, and juicy- I don't like peaches from a can, they are mooshy- I don't like mooshy- please don't make me eat the mooshy!

So, now I cast my eyes aside
look at me not! I have no pride
I am but a bag, full of air
I digress in my despair
Words they run, the scurry from me
My tree is bare, I have no leaves
I stand bereft, I stand cold
Warm me up! Release the hold
That chokes me down, it keeps me back
my pen is dry, the ink is black
the colors are gone, I am empty
I seem to have lost, my creativity...