The BlockA Poem by TashidaA poem about the pesky writer's block that has -- at one point or another -- bothered every writer at one point or another.The Block A blinking cursor, staring, mocking A blank page, laughing, taunting, The white lines haunting Words, disobeying, Refusing to portray the ideas in my head Refusing to dance in the string I want them to. Every idea is dismissed. A paragraph quickly reduced to a blank page No, it’s not right. Why can’t I get this right? A wastebasket full of rejected ideas, Full of pages holding a sentence maybe two before the thought was dismissed. The pencil, twirling in my hand as my mind scrambles for the right words " the ones that have eluded me, the ones that make mock of me. My fingers eagerly tracing the keys, desperate for that never ending clacking… Oh what I would give for that never ending clacking! Oh what I would give for the never ending scribbling of pencil to paper " that blank piece of paper! Forget it… It’s over… I’ve lost… The block has won. That empty page has won. The blinking cursor has won. © 2016 TashidaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 11, 2016 Last Updated on November 11, 2016 AuthorTashidaLorman, MSAboutI am an aspiring writer. When I was younger, my sister gave me and my other siblings a bag filled with books. Seeing as how I did not have much to do, I often found myself turning to reading to ease .. more..Writing
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