Laptop is open, fingers poised,
TV is off, limited noise,
ready to write astonishing prose
when, as every writer knows,
nothing happens!
No words fall sweetly on the page.
I nod and doze, perhaps a stage
all writers face as they mature,
but of this fact I'm very sure:
this stinks!
They call it "writer's block", I think,
but I suspect there is a link
to this odd thing called climate change.
I have been feeling rather strange.
That's it!
A rabbit's foot might do the trick.
I'll browse through Amazon and pick
a tin foil hat that I can wear
to keep the neutrons from my hair.
I'll write!
I was released just yesterday.
They took my hat and charm away,
but said the treatment helped a lot,
that it was not a climate plot, so
I'm back!
Laptop is open, fingers poised.
What cares about unwanted noise?
I put two radishes in my ears,
my mind is sharp and very clear.
Let's write!
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Yep, can't understand these 'writer's blocks' poems, cos by the time they've written about it, they've done another poem. Ta-dah! lol. A fine write DW.
You've got a point there, orchidee. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Well, I know what you mean - I get writer's block too at times!
Writers block only exists when you've nothing clear to say.
Helpful. Thank you.
Well your writers block has produced a fine write DW.
Appreciate your comment.
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