The Writer’s block
Hours on my desk staring
The blank screen never looked so white
Fumbling fingers on the keyboard
I just don’t know what to write.
The cursor keeps blinking
As if mocking at me.Thinking’s clouded,drained of inspiration
Words aren’t flowing, not a single thought
Hovering over an abyss, Is it the end of invention.
Three whole days, the symptoms keep repeating
Heart races, imagination ceases, just can’t create or evaluate.
Letters aimlessly floating,refuse to juxtapose for Le mot juste
Every idea seems so obvious, my own past works I can’t duplicate.
Words aren’t here, my mind draws a blank
Stood upside down and sipped cups of tea
To let creative juices flow, but I have seemed to hit the wall
After a hundred posts, what is happening to me!!!
Abandoned by the muses,countenance whiter than the screen
SOS!Agony and despair looming large. Experts diagnose please.
I know I am a food blogger, not a writer
but I need a few words, even to post a recipe.
To investigate the murder of my creativity,
I hired two sleuths.Detective Google and Dr.Wiki
Who in a baritone pronounced “Elementary my dear skd’
‘Analysis Paralysis‘it has to be.
‘Critical of your own work’ both said to me.
Part relief! Part shock!
The clogging of synaptic junctions were the doing of
The dreaded ‘Writer’s block’ !!!
My friends,readers and my supportive community
Maybe I can’t write like Keats or Shelley,
But trying to crawl out of this black hole, on the road to recovery
Till then for old times sake,please don’t forsake me.
This dreaded Writer’s block
It had to happen to me.
Written by : skd
I am taking my poem this time to my friends partying at Angie’s place The Novice gardener