Writer's Block
Floating on a restless sea,
my mind, it wanders far.
Mental ecstasy.
Brilliant thoughts led astray;
ink, of which reads sub par.
Storming on a summer’s day,
ink is no good when the mind draws blank;
emotions stuck to the inside of a honey jar.
A step from the edge of the plank;
soul dive into the deep blue.
Left and right collide in a mental spar,
fills my head with thoughts anew.
Rolling down the steepest side of a hand-made clay bowl,
wrestles the wall ajar,
bringing new light to the soul.
Take a walk with me, on an imagination spree;
who’d ever think I’d be knocked off the block,
by a homeless townie named K.P.?
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