I’ve put this pen to paper
A million times it seems
No inspiration comes to me
Of love, or hope, or dreams.
There are no lovely visions,
Of flowers first in bloom,
Nor dark ones of monsters
Creeping through the room.
No inspiration springs from heart
That has been strangled,
Of ache, of pain and brokenness.
I’ve studied every angle.
I’ve put this pen to paper
But all it does is scratch,
Draws circle after circle,
And nones a perfect match.
I’ve searched my mind endlessly
But I can’t seem to think,
Guess like this pen in hand
It’s just run out of ink.
A contest entry
- In Desperate Need of Inspiration by JustFallingApart.
300 points, ended August 25, 2008, 28 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i loved this!!! it was great, nice write
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brilliant!!
this was an amazing look at writer's block!!!! great work here, this was splendid!!!
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Wow--This is excellent--A great take on the prompt and an excellent contest entry.
I think most writers have felt this way at times--I know, I have!!
Well Done & Best of Luck in the contest!
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Excellent description of a writer's block. The last stanza is a great simile!
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