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Ramblings during Writers Block
by Adrian CalhounI want to write,
but nothing really comes.
Hand moves the pen,
ink makes a smudge.
I wonder if words
can actually hold a grudge.
Because this block,
simply hasn't budged.
I know, I know,
rhyming sucks.
Just trying to elbow the block,
help it move along with a nudge.
I'm staring at the paper
but it just blankly stares back.
Then I wonder,
were madmen really poets
who simply lost their words.
All those poems locked
silently away in their heads.
No way to express them,
nothing to say.
Slowly their poetic gift
became a curse driving them insane. 03/11/2005 Author's Note: goofing around trying to get something flowing....
Posted on 03/12/2005
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/12/05 at 01:41 AM Hahaha! I laugh in sympathy. However, I refuse to be driven to insanity! I usually attempt a haiku or two and it more often than not works at least to some degree. Best wishes. May the muse hear your plea. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 03/12/05 at 05:25 PM I like that...do words hold a grudge....and I really like poems about writers block for some reason....this one included! |
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