Nothing to Write About

Pop64

Where once was laid an ink-soaked quill

Now void of presence, stories, and time

Yet, with thoughts to write, but lacking will

I refrain from the effort, on emptiness dine

 

My heart, it wishes to spew forth verse

But alas, the mind it takes no flight

Here I stand, for no better nor worse

Agape at the tools viewed there under light

 

To take of the seat of wooden support

Or lean on the desk so upright and waiting

I find not the words, no lingual rapport

While my mind echoes strong, still hesitating

 

Yet, know in my heart I have something to say

But I know not of subject, to pen you a verse

Then here I will stand and remain here all day

Or die of this block, whichever comes first

  • Author: Michael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 21st, 2023 06:00
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    Ohh, just write any old rubbish, like I do in my 'humour' genre poems! lol.

    • hzugman

      Me too O.

    • Doggerel Dave

      I don't even have to empathise - just am in that state most of the time.
      Oh so well writ here.

      • hzugman

        I hear you D D.

      • Teddy.15

        Maybe you concentrated too much on the perfect rhyme, she says with a frown lol 🤣 wonderful poem I'm not going to believe for.one second that you may ever suffer writer's block. 💖

        • Pop64

          Thank you, I really appreciate you saying that, but yes, I suffer from that some times.

        • LIZ

          Well....if I had writer's block, this would certainly open up the floodgates of poetry for me!! Very nice!!!

          • Pop64

            Writer's block can be a pain, for sure. Thank you!

          • Doggerel Dave

            Thanks Michael Hzugman for bothering to respond when I didn't even empathise.....LOL

          • Goldfinch60

            If this is what you write about when you have nothing to say Michael I cannot wait to read your words when you have something to say.

            Andy



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