I can’t write anymore,
No love poems today,
I’m stuck in this rut,
With no plan of escape,
I feel like a puddle of mud,
On this imaginary driveway,
I don’t want to move,
Just laze away all day,
I won’t write a thing,
At least not today,
But I’ll be up all night,
Working away,
And not a single line,
Of these useless rhymes,
Will make a poem,
No way.
Last Few Words: Just having a little fun with words. I hate writers block, so whist I was up late I wrote down the way I feel when I encounter writers block. So I guess you can say this poem was born from writers block. How do you, cope with writers block? Enjoy!
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
I am more blocked
than unblocked. Shit happens
Hello,
I sympathize with your plight most deeply. I HATE being blocked!
always, Cat