So used are we to writing in our solitudes
\nthat when we meet we sit around and wait
\nfor someone else to do that which will break this mood
\nthat makes us feel like wallflowers on a date.<\/p>\n
And when somebody reads we give it soft applause
\nnot knowing what the hell to say or think;
\nI know I seldom follow what is read because
\nI’m wishing I were half way through a drink.<\/p>\n
Would it make sense to any of us gathered here
\non the third Monday every month it seems
\nto listen to a speaker who would rhapsodize
\non subjects that would fertilize our dreams?<\/p>\n
For if you put such writers in a room as this,
\nthen surely, motivation is a writer’s bliss .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So used are we to writing in our solitudes that when we meet we sit around and wait for someone else to do that which will break this mood that makes us feel like wallflowers on a date. And when … Continue reading