I will
never write
another poem.
That is how
I often feel
when words
are still.
Then I reach
for a word
finding it
on the surface
and
my cup is filled.
© James W. McRight Jr. 2001
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Author:
BrokenWordsPoet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I never like to say I have writers block; I would rather say I am not writing at the moment; if I sit down, I am sure the words will come. Writers block is not a terminal illness; it is an excuse for not writing and a poor one at that.
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Comments3
I know just how you feel.Sometimes I sit down and my words are all over the place, in English and sometimes they are still there, in Spanish but there they are if I can just sit there, soki
you have captured the world of the poet perfectly!
good job relating how it is for the poet. I totally understand!!! I sit with a piece of paper for a half an hour sometimes and can't think of a word. Then suddenly it'll hit me and it comes pouring out. Have a happy day. Diamond
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