Words as if written on a page
lie crumpled on the mind’s floor,
they once were in kept in a file cabinet,
all in order and neatly arranged,
one thought and that perfect description
flew into your brain.
They now are out of reach
because a fog came over the head,
you can hear those sentences murmuring
songs you one wrote so easily,
are blank and silent sheets.
Once you strolled the muse’s library
grabbing any creation with such ease,
fingers her telegram to pen that magic
obeying every touch felt.
It is all a void, a vast emptiness
slipping second by second
farther into a deep hollow place,
eyes keep wandering that virgin paper
or the word processor page,
waiting for the gate to open
and let the flood spill gushers of ink.
Sitting back when nothing happens,
exhaling and trying not to panic,
because can’t bear the thought
of this stealth imagination becoming a habit.
Author notes
"The hardest challenge is a blank page."
A contest entry
- Writer's Block by Desdmona.
600 points, ended March 27, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very well written and 'gain I enjoyed the simplicity of the vocabulary and how these thoughts are shared. Gives us just what we need to hear. smiles. L,
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Wow. Great diction! The first stanza is wonderful, relating the mind to the room and the last line to very powerful. Nicely done. Good job and good luck. ~Des
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Oh good lord I know this like the back of my hand. When the muse departs for leave without so much as a word but we must not panic because they always find their ways back when they run out of money
Best to you in the contest
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Oh wow
I so can relate to this and know what you mean!
Just fabulous!
Best wishes with this.
Gaylene
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WOW!!! What a great take on the prompt! I love this bubs!!! And you know, it is a fact!!! As I am sure you know!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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a fantastic take on the promt good luck in the contestsis
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