Lavender
Lavender
Jan 05, 2023

Writer's Block Near Midnight

Eleven fifty-two
and my brain
stared at the sleepy
white space

while the blinking
cursor on the screen
tormented me

as if to say,

"Go
l
to
l
bed."
***

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Tried a bit of visual poetry by placing an imagined blinking cursor, l , between its supposed words. Dunno...

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser

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Comments

Jackweb

Inspiration is an emotional torment. I'm sure of your restiveness! Nothing more than to lay your beautiful eggs on paper. Simple yet a lot said here.

Favorite lines: '

while the blinking
cursor on the screen
tormented me' - Excellent imagery!
.

Lavender

Thank you for reading! This was meant to feel light with hopefully a touch of humor as I tried to visually describe the words of the blinking cursor.
Thanks, again!
L

Candlewitch

I've been there, too, lol. I liked it and could relate. I find the real problem is after I get to bed... cannot shut down the cursor in my mind.

*hugs, Cat

Rula

Rula

2 years 3 months ago

A delightful read. It's almost same time here and I don't really wish "the cursor on screen" thing to visit me though it often does :)
Thanks for the smile.

RoseBlack

Every night I am telling myself to go to bed and every night I am still scrolling my phone at dark thirty in the morning. A wonderful, simple write and great use of imagery.

lovedly

nicee feelings happen to all who at this time with sleeping are faulting

ok goodnight we sleep...