Laura Mckenzie Poet Bio

Void Notebook

So I hind my face in my hands
No words, No demands

I’ve fallen into a pit that’s forever bleak
No letters come out from me head to my feet

The ink well has dried up and gone cold 
Will I forever be lost till I’m old? 

Not even a letter or thought will spill
How do I create on paper what I can’t fill?

Empty medium lays waiting for its mate 
I fear emptiness will be my new fate

I’m looking for new inspiration in everything I do 
My pens stuck to the table like glue

I ponder my thoughts and wonder to construe 
What a horrible existence for a poet to go through

I’m floating in soup trying to make stew

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Mary Duhart January 3, 2009 at 7:06 AM An excellent write describing the writers block. Many writers feel this from time to time. Stop...lay that pencil down...take a deep breath...and in time something said, or did will spark the inspiration to write again...Excellent write.

Mc Mc December 31, 2008 at 2:14 AM You've made some stew in this pot o gold,Laura thanks enjoyed this!!

December 28, 2008 at 8:05 PM Looks like you found your muse in this one. Love the last line. This poem is an example that writing can be good even if it doesn't come easy. Nice use of rhyme. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us and for taking time to comment on my poem. I hope you have a wonderful New Year! Karen

Mohammad Yamin December 28, 2008 at 11:18 AM An awesome write, Laura. Beautiful imagery. This situation in the lives of poets are temporary. Inspirations come naturally and the flow of pen is restored. A creative mind can't be blocked for long. Thanks for your encouraging comments on my poem The House of Glass.

Deneen White December 25, 2008 at 5:42 PM let go and let flow don't think about it so hard and the words will flow, hope that you are well, take care D-nyce

Carrie Richards December 24, 2008 at 6:35 AM This hits all of us the same way...sometimes we just come up with an empty soup pot!! Great job in expressing those thoughts!! Merry Christmas, Laura!~ Love, Carrie

Michael Jordan December 23, 2008 at 7:57 PM Laura - What wonderful expression - What I do when I'm like this is I read a lot and just let it all go - Then bamb it hits me - Merry Christmas & God Bless, MJ

Jen H. December 23, 2008 at 6:52 PM I really like the beat kept throughout this poem, and I think about every poet can really relate to the feelings shown in this piece. Great work Laura!