time
clicks by
words
cease to mean
scribbles
upon the paper
utter insanity
cutting away
at the tears
trying
to make some sense
of shadowed corners
trying
to tap the pen
the key
to turn
unlock
'n write
for itself
minutes
of hours
dwindle
into mush
scraped out
translations
of another head
the brilliance
read
never from your pen
bricks tumbled
as you try
to break through
to hallowed words
to bring some meaning
of existence
to the bleak
'n dead paper
but
something severed
the train
of thought
from brain
to hand
failing
to realize
the shades
of autumn
'n crumpling
into a waste basket poet
his only works
chicken scratch
thrown
on the floor
A contest entry
- writers block-no rules just write by catalyst..
300 points, ended September 20, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This flowed so beautifully and I loved the ending
I liked the imagery and word choice. Great job
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