Shattering Writer’s Block
As I crusade a case of writer’s block
My mind seems to oscillate
Between ideas round the clock  
Each paper that I crumple into the trash
Seems to tease and taunt me
As a sarcastic backlash
  I’ve lost track of the poems I written this hour
My emotions are jaded
And I’ve lost my brainpower
I cannot compose a single idea or thought
I don’t have a clue
For a theme or a plot
As desperate times call for desperate measures
I dive within anthologies
For eminent poetry treasures
I think of the great ones like Dickenson and Poe
Did they ever have trouble
To make the words flow?
How about Maya Angelou or Langston Hughes
Were they ever caught up
With writers’ blues?
Did Shakespeare or Silverstein ******* as poets
How did they ever make it through
As literary ‘know its’?
And then the light bulb of realization hits me…
Poetry does not flow from the hand or the pen
It’s insightful and enlightening
Like a doctrine of zen
So Frost and Tennyson must have known
That poetry emanates
From your very backbone
The idea of writer’s block is just a façade
A blind image of reality
That is nothing but flawed!

Poetry by Sudha
April 9, 2019