Stuck

A poem about escaping writers block and other un-resourceful states of mind...

Stuck

|| Unmoved ||

this constipation of the soul

bloating a discomfort,

botulistic rigor or mortis…

confined in the rotting flesh

of yesteryears’ inspirations.

 // Inverted

a caldera’s cesspool

the empty remnants

when boiling lava passion

collapses within itself

cooling into obsidian oblivion.

 **Frigid**

capped with frozen sediment

I sit…

beacon to the lost

reminding all we are unfound,

resisting the tectonic urges

to express, admit

life pulses with

unobservable growth,

unmistakably.

  Imagination //

possibilities sprout through

crushed resolve

no longer shut in;  shut off…

hope wedging

between mountains of despair

long before the flower blooms,

~Moved~

Author's Note

When we see the heart of those around us we will be moved...

Reviews

[Perkele.7885]

I would have like to have read a couple of lines on the 'moving' or even merely 'flatulence'! I enjoyed this piece immensely; even sans the gas!

[David Scott]

I was trying not to get fixated on the gastrointestinal metaphors. Ha.
Thank you for the comment and for reading.

[Willard Wells]

While you bemoan the challenge of moving forward with ink and paper, I have no sympathy as you fly away unconcerned to the Caribbean.

Beyond that a very well written piece. I guess I am not driven in my writing as I am either in mode or out of mode and I don't seem to concerned when nothing's there. In reality for me it means my brain is giving me very well deserved and needed brake.

Thanks for sharing your work. Well done.

[David Scott]

Ha. I like your comment. I don't ever get frustrated with writing. I either do or do not. I understand how others get a writer's block however. Here I also speak to being "stuck" as an emotional state or with a decision in life... Now this is something I have had to grow with.
I was not being literal with the Caribbean, but I am going after Christmas. Yeah!
Thank you for your comments and the read.

[Willard Wells]

no problem as it was enjoyed. Peace Out.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

good grief...need some poetic phillips milk of magnesia...:)

that blockage is so uncomfortable for a poet...need the movement.

[David Scott]

I was hoping this might be a cure for a friend. Never know. It's better to write a poem than doing the math and trying to "work it out with a pencil"... ouch. Old grade school joke.
Thank you for reading.

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Exactly! THIS is assume, David :) I have never seen such an artistic way of saying I'm stuck in a writers block. I love this!

[David Scott]

I actually wrote this because of what you told me... This one's for you. ;)
I hope it inspires you to type away. You have such a gift, I know the world will be a better place because you share it.

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David...that is so sweet :) Thank you so much my friend

[Sami Khalil]

Those who are crushed do need hope and resolve to rise above the ashes, to spill over those lava passions for life and to be moved between a rock and a hard place. Everything in life is in an upward or downward movement, inward or outward escape, but those who are stuck feel they are in a dead end or middle nowhere. An excellent poem and description of this state...:)...

[David Scott]

I like the movement inward or outward... I think we often think in terms of up and down, but it is when we turn inward without any outward expansion we truly get stuck... IMO.
Thank you for the review. You are insightful and an intelligent voice in a chaotic world.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome muchly. .....:).....

[Lydia Shutter]

Perhaps the best description of rising from the ashes of writer's block I have ever read, David. It is so discouraging to have all sorts of concepts floating through one's mind and yet no solid cohesive thoughts to write down. To be able to find one's way through the mountains is to be given a gift. We have all been there. Sometimes writing about writer's block helps break down the mountain! Great write. Lydi**

[David Scott]

This is a projection for me. Personally I have never actually had a writers block. I have just lost the desire to do anything at all... I think it is called depression? Ha. I wrote this thinking about something another writer said to me.
Thank you for reading and reviewing.

[Lydia Shutter]

So sorry you are in a bad place. Especially this time of year, a lot of people get depressed. I hope writing helps you a bit.

[David Scott]

Oh no.... I am fine. This is not my state of mind at all... Unusual for me to write something I am not actually experiencing, but thankfully I am in a great place! I choose to never be so disempowered ever again in my life!
Thank you for caring however. Happy holidays and all that JAZZ... ;)

[Lydia Shutter]

Great, glad to hear it. Happy Holidays to you as well.