Blocked
Blocked
Immaculate
Like virgin snow
Untouched
By human hands
Or pen
I stare
At the stark white sheet
Where are the words
Not a clue
No words in my head
Words
Like bricks
Tumbling out of
A muddled mind
Building structures
Tarnishing
The white carpet
Beneath
But hey!
What's this?
A page full of words
Forming a pattern
Coming from within
Gracing the chaste white paper
I am blocked
No more.
By Carol Keys
Copyright © Carol Keys | Year Posted 2014
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