Loss of Thoughts

Writers block

Reaching in to grab a thought,

Calmly pulsing fingertips caught

in half-shadowed images,

sink to where silence and sound

and drifting imagery twine about.

Obscured inside the mist, a moisture lingers, gently,

Settles on my palm and trembling fingers.

 

Ever so cautiously,

with jaws clenched, trembling,

I withdraw an empty fist,

clamped tight on empty air,

and slam it in my empty rage,

Through the papers blank white stare.

 

 

The Warrior Poet

Reviews

[Bubo]

Trying to grasp words and failing.......is the pits.......my longest block lasting 4 years.......great piece of how we can feel so frustrated.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

and in the rage the ink spills and the block becomes a poetic Rorschack~ the muse is a giving water~