Writers Block

 

 

A thickened wall that I cannot climb

 The mist overhead has thickened too.

The words that I need, I cannot find.

 Farther they fly, the more I pursue.

 

Grasping at straws that have no holes,

My thirsty mouth still parched and dry.

 A pantry full of empty bowls,

My hungry soul so longs to cry.

 

M.J.S.

2-18-08

Reviews

[Kitty]

LOve it!! i KNOW exactly how you felt here, and i love the imagery. Very nice little poem :)

[An owl on the moon]

This was such a brilliant visual image of something we all here suffer through at times. The feeling is expressed so strongly. Simply loved this!

[Vanessa]

The title of this poem caught my eye and, of course, could relate. I thought this was a nice, simple, poem about something that can be so complex. My favorite line is "the pantry is full of empty bowls". Great work!

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Yeah, I know how that is. This is a terrific poem, great work!!!

Heather

[*~Poetic_Essence~*]

I like the scattered rhyming sequence in this one it makes it more interesting..and it makes me pay attention more..i've found myself checking out alot of your work today..lol i am in a reading mood..and some of your titles make me want to read them...anyways i enjoyed this read the first sentence in the second paragraph is amazing, i love it..the whole last paragraph is really good to me..
"My hungry soul so longs to cry."