Jack Jordan Poet Free verse

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.

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Timothy Hicks October 13, 2014 at 5:45 PM Nothing like conquering writer's block by writing about it. Well penned as usual! Maybe if your muse is in the Bahamas you should meet her halfway ;)

James Kelley April 27, 2014 at 10:34 PM Ah, what I way to conquer "writers block", Someone once said that it is better to write about not being able to write, than to not write at all... This is intensely relatable, I have been in this place, many times...I love the thought of your muse being on vacation, and hoping she hasn't fallen for another. Well done! Jack Jordan April 27, 2014 at 11:15 PM Thank you, James. It's the truth... Jack