Digging in murkiness.
Water upon the ground.
Should I get my feet wet?
or stay on land
and look around?
Ideas muddled
mixed and contorted
I need to find
my direction and way.
The paper is too large.
The words are too diverse.
The ideas are too broad.
The reason is not well defined.
Upon introspection.
I can come to the conclusion.
Purpose is as abstract
as motion is to sound.
Flying is to swimming
as wording is to spelling.
If there is a theme
it is not in the letters
but instead in ideas in between.
Finding meaning
matters not
making concepts
makes for clout.
Just let the pen
drive on its own.
The letters
bend and twist.
Let the shapes
flow into their own forms.
Author notes
Poem is about writers block.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You have written an excellent poem on the subject of writers block. You start with confusion and then during the ensuing stanzas ... clarity and the final stanza, exactly what writing is all about.
I enjoyed reading your poem.
Sue
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