The block that sat upon my desk
was big and thick and dense, I guess,
until I picked it up and heaved
and felt how light. I felt relieved,
the write revealed; the light returned.
The block I thought was ice now burned.
It wasn't made of stone but wood
you try to light your own? You could.
A contest entry
- Writer's Block by Desdmona.
600 points, ended March 27, 22 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I hate writers block...i feel so not creative lol
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a positive uplifting write ea. I enjoyed immensely the simplicity of this write... it's just what we who are in the midst of writers block need to get started. thank you for sharing this with us.
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Wonderful imagery that makes the "block" a lot less intimidating. We do tend to exaggerate our fears. If you just light the block, it turns out to be nothing. Like the repetition of "light"
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Very good! An interesting take on writers block, i wish it was that easy for me to get over writers block. I had like year long writers block but now the words are a free flowing!
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Thanks a lot for the read
Good luck to you! -
Well done. I like how you interpreted the idea of writer's block. I also like the structure and the whole concept in a short piece. Good job and good luck in the contest. ~Des
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(not the steak sauce)
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It squats upon my wrinkled brow
And mangles up my words, and now
I try to write, but nought comes out
The spring of verse is dry, no doubt
And so I stagger off to bed
To rest my unpoetic head -
If the block gets big enough you don't need to heave or burn it, you could just use it as a chair or desk!
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