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Writers Block

Blank pages stare back at me 
waiting for my mind to pour 
its' heart out. 

I grab my pen, throw on my 
headphones wait, wait for my 
mind to give my heart words 
that need to be written. 

I make my mark, withdraw my hand, I stare. 

This is all you see _____ 

Months have passed since words have 
been written, my mind is hesitant 
to reveal what my heart tries to 
conceal. 

Music plays in my ears in hopes 
of encouraging my mind to find 
its hidden words. 

I stop, quote Jonson in my head 
an English dramatist & poet... 
"Suns, that set, may rise again 
But if once we lose this light, 
'Tis with us perpetual night. (Volpone) 

Yet my mind still remains empty. 
Perspiration runs down my face, 
my temperature rises, frustration 
runs through my veins. 

I try yet again 

I quote Apollinaire in my head 
a French poet... 
"Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse 
Dont meunt le bruit parmi le vent" 

My anger grows 
My mind weary 
My eyes tire. 

As night falls, & its all over 
my pages still remain empty

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Beata Agustin

Date: 12/8/2023 4:36:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Wendy Nipas

Date: 3/16/2018 12:06:00 PM

And so was born this poem. Funny, this is really the poet's fate. Nicely done. I did the same lamenting when I had writer's block and it caused the birth of a poem (check out my poem 'Blank'). Keep on writing. I enjoyed this.

Doug Vinson

Date: 3/10/2017 2:40:00 PM

Ah Debbie, yes indeed - and there are times when all one can do is wait. : ( Then there are the other times when one will almost burst if the words cannot be written down. : )