The flow of words has come to a halt,
Swirl of vocabulary has stopped with a jolt.
No rhyme nor reason to explain why,
The feeling of the poet has left me dry.
Digging for the verbs that might beautifully rhyme,
To create a poem that is utterly sublime.
However the search has been proven a waste,
For the inner sonneteer has left in haste.
And then the idea struck like a flash of light,
To jot down words that could explain my plight.
Write about the unyielding block itself,
And create magic with adjectives that speak for themselves.
Thus this piece of eloquent art was born,
Truth and patience from where it is shorn.
Maybe now the letters will come like a breeze,
Oh who am I kidding ? The life of a poet is never one of ease.
This has inspired me…please see my blog for the post. Thank you!
Great inspirational posting. 🙂
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Great inspirational posting 🙂
Turning tables now, are we? Well done.
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We fight for the passion. We earn it.
Lol! Well said er… rhymed! 👍🏻🆒
writer’s block in a poem, gorgeous <333
This hits home with many writers, surely. Great read, even better re-read.
Wow! So beautiful.
This is wonderful… very beautiful writing
Thank you for stopping by my page and i love this beautiful piece and long with a few others so keep up the good work and i be back soon.Anita