Thursday, April 3, 2014

Writer's Block

Upon the page I seek to prose
With pen to paper let emotions flow
Such lofty tones my thoughts take flight
What shall I write, what tones make right?

But paper stares right back at me
As if to ask, how silly be
I go to write but stop mid stride
You dare insult my simple pride?

I am the writer you're just my muse
Dear paper don't you try a ruse
Your tricks wont work I shan't be moved.
I'll write regardless of the news.

But then with awful shout I learn
Blank paper has great power spurn
To stop the writer dead in tracks
and send her packing ideas she lacks.

- Trish 2014

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