Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Writers Lock

I have the whole day to write eleven hundred poems
The paper is crisp and fresh. I sit, poised, waiting.
Nothing.

I try again in an hour. This is my day off.
The perfect time.
An opportunity that comes around not often.
My muse is silent.
Not even laughter.

I go to bed, irritated.
Wake up at three a.m.
A poem is dancing all over the place.
It prances a jig on my back and slides off the bed.
I watch it dance out of the door.

My eyes are blurry, but I have the last line.
It is pretty good.
I crawl out of bed.
Have to go to the bathroom.
Wash my hands, sit poised, waiting.
My muse laughs.
Even the last line is gone.

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Sahayla Griggs October 28, 2020 at 12:42 AM Lovely imagery, I can definitely relate to this writers block. Caren Krutsinger October 28, 2020 at 9:02 AM Thank you SaHayla

Kim Rodrigues October 19, 2020 at 7:34 PM I will have a good line then poof...morning light! Caren Krutsinger October 20, 2020 at 2:48 AM I fully understand this Kim.

Angela Crabtree October 19, 2020 at 4:28 PM I like this a lot, Caren. Your imagery is perfect. :) Caren Krutsinger October 20, 2020 at 2:48 AM Thank you Angi.

Sand Blown October 19, 2020 at 4:22 PM ....nice one.....me thinks perhaps when the mind fixes its grip on an idea it sometimes mistakenly, when tired, uses a lock-nut instead of a lock-washer to keep the notion in place......happens...... stan sand Caren Krutsinger October 20, 2020 at 2:49 AM It is true for sure.

Ilene Bauer October 19, 2020 at 1:24 PM ha! i totally love the image of the poem sliding off the bed and dancing out the door, caren! Caren Krutsinger October 20, 2020 at 2:49 AM It does, and will continue to do so. I see it go and I think WHAT?