Damned Writer’s Block

by Richard Stephen
 
At a blank page
I sit and stare.
Words have fled me
I know not where.

Onto pages past
the words did flow.
With speed and ease
the lines did grow.

My mind was full
yes, words were plenty.
But this damn page
still sits here empty.

Back at me
the page does glare.
It laughs, it mocks
it’s just not fair!

Without an idea
with no design.
I cannot write
my beloved rhyme.

I watch, I read,
I even listen,
But that damn bulb
won’t even glisten.

I search my soul
for inspiration.
But all I find
is exasperation!

I gnash my teeth,
I pull my hair.
Damn that muse
she doesn’t care!

Though hours I try
it’s all for naught.
I’ve got for certain
damned writer’s block!

Category: By the Poetic Fool, Humorous | 4 comments

  • Susan Sproull says:

    Hi Rick

    Awesome! Take that! Damned Writer’s Block

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    poeticfool Reply:

    Thanks, Sue! I’m glad you liked this one. I know you can relate to it from time to time, I’m sure. I think I might be in the midst of writer’s block right now as a matter of fact. I haven’t been able to produce anything for some time now. Sigh! This too will pass … I hope! Thanks for the visit and take care of yourself!

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  • LOL!

    Absolutely love it! 😀

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    poeticfool Reply:

    Thank you! I’m thrilled you enjoyed it!

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