Writer's Block
A blank screen
In the corner near the top, a cursor blinks on and off
But nothing happens--
Just the sound of
Fingers tapping
Tic
Tic
Tap
Tic-tic-tap
And the quiet of
Eyes wide open, ideas trapped behind blue irises
I should say something, but my mouth is dry
My fingers arthritic with waiting
Wondering
What they have to say
How do you say love? Anger? The bitterness of a cry in the woods--
no one hears, right? How can you know?
Inside
Behind the blinking of too-tired eyes
the words are pasted in pictures--
a Douglas Fir, some dirty feet, the bleeding cut of a hand
and a woman leaning against a tree--
It's in the black and blue
where the light gets in and reflects
Upside down images
Now where did I put my little grey sponge?
If only he could
Soak them up,
Put them on their feet and
File them
At the bottom
In a never ending line of
sentences I never finish reading
7 Comments:
now this is halfway to china (it's so deep)
great poem...
Whoa - I feel it too....I started my 100 day novel and now it is sitting there collecting dust as my thoughts drift away....
Great post I wish I could write like that. Wow didn't realize I missed 2 posts of yours I check daily and must have missed the time when you wrote this one and the last, anyway glad I saw them now.
After reading this post and the last one back to back, I misread the line, as "poo tired eyes."
Yep, I'm an idiot.
Alright, that is VERY VERY deep. Could you please email me and give me the meaning? :)
It doesn't encourage the words does it? Nothing is so non-inspiring as the reflectionless LCD screen...
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