Pen on paper The chisel wavers The statue still headless Construction remains motionless
Nose, eyes, and mouth still an enigma Which ****** feature shall play as the lead stigma? Craft a smile on the blank slate Or a whimpering frown on that cold state
Metaphor, theme, simile, and allusion Selecting “e) all of the above” pangs lofty derision Would “love” suffice Or could “burning passion” be more precise?
As long as no thought comes to mind Sitting here will turn into a crime Is there any key to lock The gate that leads to writer’s block?
I had the famed disease. So I just said "Hey, why can't I turn this tragedy into a poem." Enjoy:b