Poets Lament

The poets frustration..

I see no words on the white space

Staring back to mock my thoughts,

My mind at once a whirl 

But as frozen nothingness in place.

I feel the burn of things to express

But the thoughts ramble to and fro

As butterflies in the wind

Upon my forehead, I so hard do press.

Why indeed do I trouble with the task

Of attempting on this page to write

When so many thoughts at once 

Seem to swirl as water in a flask.

But suddenly indeed, the mind conform

Into a bursting flower of light

And with force the words do strike 

With hand, and quickly the words take form.

Author's Note

Just one of the ramblings of a writers mind...

Reviews

[AYVID N]

The mind as a sieve catches thoughts with substance. There is no stopping inspiration and creativity.

[KurKota]

Thank you for the comments. I appreciate it.

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Its just take moment when words start to pear at your pen. Magic will move with your effort and there is your words. Maybe not so great but yours and wonderful.

[Chris]

As fair a description of writer's block as any I've seen of late...

[KurKota]

Thank you for the kind words.

[Chris]

I'm not kind...I just DO speak my mind and THIS one is good.