I have been walking in a fog
My mind blurred at the edges,
thoughts soft as cirrocumulus
passing above on a summer day.
Nothing feels important enough
to rise from the stupor. My pilot light,
that creative spark is not burning
strongly enough to penetrate the haze.
Summer’s changing shape
has consequences.
Shawn L. Bird 
love this – especially as I’ve been feeling a bit fuzzy lately as well
May your fog clear soon, Maureen!
I can’t even express how much I love this! I wrote something similar when dealing with my sleep disorder. This just speaks to me. Thank you for sharing this. I am loving your poems!
Thanks. I have a sleep disorder, too, so I know what you mean. This one I think relates to lack of carbs which are brain food. I’m on a low carb program, so must speak to my coach about this issue.
Sounds like your fog is pretty creative. I’ll take your fog over a lot of other stuff I’ve seen in my life time!
No, my fog is sucking at my creativity and making it impossible to work on my novel projects.
Ah pooooooooooooo. You know that inspiration and respiration come from the same Latin root–spiritus? Spirit…to be inspired means to have spirit/breath within you. So just take deep breaths in and slowly breathe out, and maybe, just maybe the fog will lift a little. Best of luck to you, that your muses will come flying back and burn away the fog. ❤
There are days when thinking seems a chore.
lol
Hoping you can recharge your batteries and find the return of your creative self. Whatever you feel you’re currently lacking, it isn’t obvious in what you’ve written here. I love the way you express yourself.
I’m lacking carbs. lol (ie brain food). I’m on a low-carb weight-loss program right now. 🙂 (It’s working remarkably well, but I’m feeling it).