O my, O my, what an absolute fright,
I am stuck here with pencil and paper,
Yet, I find I have not one thing to write
And all cool thoughts went up like vapor.
This is, you must know, a poet’s worst fear,
And always at such a bad time as this,
That the muse and the words all disappear
And strip the poor artist of any bliss.
O friend, dearest friend, what should I now do?
I haven’t anything real to here say,
It has left my creativity blue
And longing for a more productive day.
This, right now, I do pray my dearest friend,
That this writer’s block ain’t a rising trend.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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- Comment from author about the poem: It is what it is! I am quite sure the muse will return shortly, just not here in this moment. So, what does a poet do when a poet doesn't know what to write? A poet write's about not being able to write! 🤣 It's as valid and real an experience as all the rest! I love observational poetry! It virtually leaves the observant poet with something to always write about!
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Excellent write Tristan
Thank you Tony! I am glad you enjoyed it! 🙏❤️
You're welcome
A poem that contradicts itself in a fun way, not knowing what to write, so wrote about not knowing what to write hence knew what to write. A very enjoyable read
Indeed! Glad you caught that. It is the best sort of writer's rebellion to write about nothing, rather than write nothing at all! LOL! Fun times! I am so glad you enjoyed it, my dear friend! 🙏🌹
You are very welcome
I always find when the inspiration isn't there it's just a pause and we must all take advantage of that peace, it will certainly be turned back on again in the switch of a light. So I'm sorry I'm not a believer in writers block, it should be called writers holiday lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 💜
Indeed. That's all it really is. And, writer's holiday didn't stall me (today anyway)! Besides, holidays are supposed to be fun and writing about not being able to write (which is irony at its best) was so much fun! 🤣 Thank you dear Teddy for your time and engagement! 🙏❤️ Here's to the next write, whatever it will, or won't , be about! 🤣
Good write T.
Thank you so much, Orchi! Now back to writing about nothing I go! 🤣
There was a minister who said 'Do nothing'. It was OK for him, with pics of him swanning about on sledges in the snow with his children. There's everyday things we must do too, doesn't he know? Oh well, it only makes folk think that ministers work one day a week anyway - Sundays! lol.
Yikes. 🤣 No, for sure, that does not help to remove the old stereotype that many overworked pastors surely facepalm over! LOL!
It seems that everyone goes through this. I have been there and you have to let go to find something. Great write
Exactly! Thank you so much, my friend! 🌹👏 Thankfully, my muse just took a slight nap anyway! 🤣 Thank you, as always, for your time and engagement, Soren. 🙏❤️
Exactly. Fantastic.
Just what you’re doing now, write about not being able to write. Get off the writing chair, desensitise…. go out, do something you haven’t done in a while, something that makes you forget and be lost in your moment. Enjoy. But take a on and pad with you or your ‘word processing device’, keep them within reach but out of sight (cargo pant pockets, rucksack, perhaps) . You’re not writing atm, but living out poetry. But that just imo, works a treat to truly let your hair down without any plan or motive, ngl. But I’m sure you already knew that. And this poem is proof that you’ve still got some juice in the tank.
Yes. Indeed, it is good to let loose and lay low.. As for my muse, returned a mere 8 hours later....so, just a muse nap really. 🤣 Anyway, I figured, if nothing comes...why not write a poem about not being able to write a poem...ah the irony! LOL! Thank you so much for your kind and wise words my friend. Always appreciate your contributions to the conversation 🙏❤️
Writer's Block is only a monster IF you let it exist. If fantasy plays your harp, she will vaporize. But reality is never not here. The moment that thought begins creeping up on you, just take a look around you and begin to describe what you find. Utilize metaphors and similes and you've extra points.
That aside, how characteristically superb, beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a fitly haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Exactly! 💯 and thank you my dear friend! Tomorrow's (Saturday) poem is (in part) inspired by you. You'll understand when you see it, but wanted to give you a heads up so you are on the look out. 😊 Anyway, thank you for your time, thoughts, and encouragement. 🙏❤️
A wonderful write
on what you can't ✍️ write!🌟🤩
Thank you for sharing,
to read a delight!!! 😉
Best regards,
your muse will
return don't
give up the fight!! 💪
Thank you sir! Muse was just briefly napping! LOL! Thank you again, dear friend! I appreciate the support and the encouragement. Keeps me inspired! 🙏❤️
Word blindness in its purest & most feared form .. now personified you canny so and so .. Neville 😎👍
You’re welcome! 🤣 Seriously, thank you so much for your playful and astute observation, my friend. It’s brought a needed smile to this morning’s (speaking of personified) tired face! Happy Saturday! 🙏❤️
Ah yes, the logjam. Sometimes I just have to let it alone for a while, no one is really pressuring me for output except me. Nice.
That is so very true! Thank you for reading Dan! Much appreciated! 🙏❤️
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