Writer's Block, We'Ve All Been Here
Pen in hand, a thought provoked
I can’t find the words
I can’t find the strokes
all jumbled up like a flock of birds.
I’ll take a break, it’ll come to me
A cup of tea, a slice of cake
I’ll write my works, you just wait and see.
Epiphanies inside my mind, make no mistake
They are there I feel them in the back of my mind.
They need to surface, need to break through.
I wish I could see them I feel quite blind.
The frustration mounts, but nothing I can do.
Eureka! It’s there Finally seeing clear.
No Longer fuzzy, no more little quirks
This pen it’s working the words I hold dear
I start my verse, My Master works
Roses are Red
Violets are….OH BOLLOCKS!!!
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