Emily Macdowell Poet Shape

Writer's Block

I hear a voice calling me To put down my pen and walk away It brings me to an 
edge 
of 
life 
I 
look 
down 
and 
see 
the 
swirling
mass
Of 
what 
I 
cannot 
describe
I
try 
to 
grasp 
at 
the
thoughts 
The 
wicked 
words 
that 
mock
my 
reaching 
hand
Spinning 
down 
farther
Out 
of 
view, 
spinning 
into 
you
Where 
you 
take 
the
truth 
I 
once 
knew 
in 
ink 
You 
erased 
it 
from 
my 
eyes 
And 
now 
all 
I 
have 
is 
nothing 
Nothing 
Nothing but a blank page

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Carol Fillmore October 3, 2010 at 9:30 AM great write on a difficult subject!