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O cursed writer’s block
The infuriating force that mocks
Bright-eyed scribbling dreamers
Producing tepid rhymes like femurs
The muse has flown
Leaving me in agonizing moans
Red-eyed grasping for straws
Landing in cliché’s redundant maw
O cursed writer’s block
The maddening force that mocks
Wild-eyed scribbling dreamers
Producing tepid rhymes like lemurs
There’s no way to exorcise it
No pathway to escape it
I’m sinking deep within its bog
My mind lost in a numbing fog
O cursed writer’s block
The exasperating force that mocks
Weeping scribbling dreamers
Producing tepid rhymes like streamers
Writers block..now that would be a sad song. It is frustrating chasing that muse.
ReplyDeleteYou did write those rhyming verses, smiles ~ No cure for it except to write and write, I guess ~ Good work on the refrain ~
ReplyDeleteQuite interesting how a simple lament can cause one amazing poem to be written!!!
ReplyDeleteAt least you're still trying. Love the lemurs and femurs!
ReplyDeleteOH Lord..
ReplyDeleteHypergraphia..
the opposite of
Writer's BLock..
iT frees WriTinG
to the point wHere
nothing else iS..
hmm.. tHere's
alWays anuther
side to dArk
and
liGht..
Flood oF
Words or
famine oF fLow..;)
I see this as something that might be sung in a poet's bar. I find that the best cure for writer's block is to write about writer's block...looks like you might have a similar strategy!
ReplyDeleteLove this lament! It's exactly how I feel right now. Why must our bursts of creativity end???!!
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