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struck silent
by Rachelle Howeit's been too long
since the words flowed
like they used to.
i was once able to
weave vivid pictures
with syllables and
punctuation
but all that has changed
since your nails dug into
my throat,
stealing my most prized posession:
my voice.
04/17/2003 Author's Note: i.hate.writer's.block.
Posted on 04/17/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/26/03 at 02:37 PM there's always something to write about - even if it's only 'writer's block'...(only?)
=D |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/31/04 at 07:47 PM Rachelle, Congratulations on POTD! Don't we all hate writer's block. I enjoyed reading this descriptive poem about the topic. Good work! |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/31/04 at 11:16 PM God knows I hate it too. Congrulations on POTD, hon. |
| Posted by David Hill on 01/01/05 at 02:12 AM Captures the feeling of being dominated and beaten down. Well done! |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/03/05 at 02:39 AM no kidding... you write of her well... i've been there for some time now... thank you for illustrating this so brilliantly... blessings... |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 08/01/06 at 11:40 AM this little block of writing of the writers' block is just the cork popping - may the bubbly rise soon. |
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