Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

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 January 30, 2017 at 10:23 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 May 1, 2012 at 10:03 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 April 27, 2012 at 6:31 PM This is a cool piece here..loving the imagery!! INK-USCRIPT

Deborah Burch April 27, 2012 at 3:23 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