3:30 am argument with he page
There is little more daunting than an empty piece of paper
When what lies before has yet to be thought
It is hard to imagine as a piece worth reading
When the blankness just stares back at you, silent and fraught
“What will you make me”? “You would be Bukowski”
“You dare to sit in front of me, and dirty up my face”?
“Turn the light out, go to bed now! I’m tired of your ramblings”
“Let’s face it tired poet, you’re no William Blake”
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Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Ah - loud applause for this flowing and well worded outcry against midnight's blank canvas - - well stated and something to which I easily relate.
LOL Thank you Fay
I knw we've all been there why do we do it
There is something wrong with us isn't there???
Happy scribblings
Andrew
We all know the frustration and you wrote it perfectly.
Thank you H
I've written a hundred of these as I am sure we all have
at last I've laid it to rest
Andrew
I dunno - I was asleep then! heehee.
You mean you're not a tortured soul O?
Now why you not in bed asleep at that hour?! heehee.
I was getting up O !
The poem before this just read
Ouch ! Ouch ! Ouch Ouch Ouch! Ouch!
what do you think ???
Be honest
Oohh yes, a great poem, that one! I wrote a scary poem, with the word 'Boo!'. Erm, that was it, nothing more! lol.
ha ha Orchi,i was sleeping also,but i know the frustration and the focus it takes to write.I feel for you Andrew,i bet that William Blake even had times like this.I think that all great writers struggle from time to time.And hey,look on the bright side,you wrote a poem!Things are looking up
I'm on the UP!
Thanks Fp
Oh, I wouldn't bother too much about William Blake - bit eccentric, bit batty at times! Some good stuff too though. One about a tiger on fire, I suppose: 'Tiger, tiger, burning bright!' I dunno these things. lol.
Love this! Is there anything as intimidating as a blank piece of paper?! You've captured the struggle Andrew. Captured and conquered!
An accomplished poet at last
Hurrah! say I
Thank you SLR
amazingly bril and I aint talking fish sir... how many times have I been there.... no idea.. impossible to keep score... but thanks for reminding me... I owe ya my friend.. Neville
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