Writers Block

My thoughts jumping from lily pad to lily pad. Fishing for thoughts with swans. Gentle breeze from an invisible source touching my shoulders,as time grows older. Aloof trees starring from across the river. Their hands wave and shiver. Sipping on 90 proof rum it destroys my liver but thoughts it delivers. Thinking of tomorrow, thinking of today. The hands of my mind forming broken words with clay, as I watch the birds play. Stay away fly stay away your interrupting my poem for today. Writers block!!!

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Deborah Burch

Date: 1/30/2017 10:23:00 PM

Elliot!! Phone hooome!! Where are you ? :) I was gone for a bit... I think I'm back...looking through old poems and so grateful the soup keeps the comments with each one...hope you are well my friend!! Big Hugggs!! Love, deb

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 5/1/2012 10:03:00 PM

Gah! Oh, writer's block. Loved this creative verse. My first poem posted on here is about writer's block too. :) always, Laura

Pace Ink-U-Script

Date: 4/27/2012 6:31:00 PM

This is a cool piece here..loving the imagery!! INK-USCRIPT

Deborah Burch

Date: 4/27/2012 3:23:00 PM

Elliott, this is delightful...I hope you had coke (a cola)with the rum..and lime... ;) very descript..."alooft trees starring...their hands wave and shiver" too cool... and the birds...lol...awsome!...big hugs,love ~deb