Jw Kiefer Poet Free verse

Writer's Block

I have no idea what to write about. No idea at all.
 I stare at the blank page before me completely lost.
 My imagination has risen against me, It’s in full cabal.
 My muse has grown cold and is dwelling with Jack Frost.

Once I could close my eyes and worlds would appear.
 A multiverse of narratives layered up in tiers.
 A vast universe of stories along many wondrous frontiers.
 Transported to places so exotic I would lose myself for years. 

The frigate of my mind upon the mental seas is tossed
 And soon its over taken and forced to run aground
 And all my inspiration has been captured now and lost.
 By a black ship filled with pirates shrieking threatening sounds.

 How pirates found their way into my mind, very much confounds.
 Yet here they are before me perpetuating a mental holocaust.
 I wonder at my misfortune and think I must be touched
 For no one else I know has pirates sailing through their thoughts

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Jay Dev July 11, 2016 at 7:42 AM I had the same feelings once.. And i couldn't even write for years. Its deep....

Skat A June 4, 2016 at 12:45 AM JW Kiefer, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :) Drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs **YNR - SKAT**

Christine Saputo June 3, 2016 at 3:41 PM Can totally relate. Sometimes my muse gives me nothing and all of a sudden she floods my mind. Enjoyed reading this! :)

Casarah Nance June 3, 2016 at 8:16 AM What a very creative journey through writers block. Many thoughts slip away day to day, but as poets we do come up with some interesting thoughts to dissect and pursue. Nice write JW

Joanna Daniel June 3, 2016 at 3:45 AM What an ironic title, when such a beautiful poem came out of your mind:) All of us have this block at one time or the other, can relate to your write:) Welcome to Poetry Soup:)

Stephanie Stanley June 2, 2016 at 10:24 PM I really related to...."Once I could close my eyes and worlds would appear." Ohhh, that my visual well ne'er go dry :) Thank you for the good read. Steph

Poet Destroyer A June 2, 2016 at 10:18 PM JW Kiefer, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@ Jw Kiefer June 3, 2016 at 7:13 AM Thank you Linda, I will most assuredly peruse you work