Sunday Afternoon Blues
Sunday Afternoon Blues
Perhaps you’ve been where I am
today and yesterday and the day before that:
there’s nothing in my head to write about,
no swirling ideas, no phrases
magically coming together into
a poem.
I’d even be happy to write one
that I didn’t like,
but I’m in the desert;
none of my tricks
to fool myself are working.
My favorite book about creativity,
one of those “just do it” types,
says that the lack of an idea
can only be resolved
by staring at a blank piece of paper
until blood drips from one’s forehead
No blood has fallen yet,
but I’ve dampened a few pristine sheets
with tears of frustration,
anger even at the loss of my muse.
I sincerely hope she’s just
on vacation in the Bahamas,
and hasn’t fallen for someone else.
*The book I refer to is Art & Fear, by Bales and Orland. I’ve read
it a dozen times; apparently I need to read it again.
Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2014
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