writer's block
again the white washed
wall just there...
curving quickly over head
like an igloo
taking creative reasoning,
stealing words and making
lost, not found the joy of creativity...
but i will fight back,
**** diddley i will
with my trusty pen
as sword....
graffiti- ing gibberish
on it's smug white washed
face...
(salmon scraping against the upward curve of the sward like steamships bumping in the old dockyard...talk to me of joy life procreation....)
marring, scarring, scribbling
away... taking back words and wordplay....
i will not be defeated,
i will not stay in this cocoon
bland and grey....
if i write hard and long
if i doodle long and short
i will see the light dawn
on a new creative day.
so watch me scribe away...
creating portholes in my cocoon
writing words to make the
block a boon....
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
writer's block
again the white washed
wall just there...
curving quickly over head
like an igloo
taking creative reasoning,
stealing words and making
lost, not found the joy of creativity...
but i will fight back,
**** diddley i will
with my trusty pen
as sword....
graffiti- ing gibberish
on it's smug white washed
face...
(salmon scraping against the upward curve of the sward like steamships bumping in the old dockyard...talk to me of joy life procreation....)
marring, scarring, scribbling
away... taking back words and wordplay....
i will not be defeated,
i will not stay in this cocoon
bland and grey....
if i write hard and long
if i doodle long and short
i will see the light dawn
on a new creative day.
so watch me scribe away...
creating portholes in my cocoon
writing words to make the
block a boon....
for p.p and others in the throes of this darstardly malaise
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