When the poems do not arrive,
it is time to sit and quiet.
Rest is needed
so trust in Life can
bubble up for expression
and flow in a new way.
When the poems do not arrive
and the wings of inspiration
do not lift and lighten,
one must look within with honesty.
Where are the blocks?
When found, raise them up
and bless them.
Be grateful for the freedom they bring
when discovered and set aside.
When the poems do not arrive,
grieve a little and
then let go.
For there is no one to blame.
This is not about you.
There is only understanding
waiting for the dawn.
It always comes.
When the poems do not arrive,
be patient.
For when Presence returns,
so will the words that illuminate it.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Becoming and Beholding 
This captures every writer’s dilemma with dry spells. Certainly mine. Sometimes the pulse of poetry gushes forth, which is cool. I like the wisdom of letting go of concern about dry spells because actually poems are always incubating and will surface in beauty just like this one! 💕
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So true. I love the flow and even the ebb of inspiration. It all teaches us.
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I recently went through a dry spell. This certainly speaks to it. Thank you…
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The struggle is real! 🙂
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