Blank Paper

A crisp white sheet;
My page is bare.
A pen in hand,
I sit and stare.

I try to write.
But words won't come.
My paper, here, is full.
... with none.

I smack my head
Into the table.
But still, I find
That I'm not able

To write a thing.
I sit and yawn.
Oh, where
Have my ideas gone?

It seems to me
Each one has fled.
I think I'll take
A nap in-stead...

Reviews

[C. Rose]

When I got two thank you emails from you today, I realized I had given you two awards.
(When judging I don't see the username, just the piece)
So I figured I'd take a peek at your other work, and I am pleased.
Many an author has written about writer's block, but this feels original despite the challenges of a well explored topic.
I enjoyed how the lines run from stanza to stanza.
The come/none quasi-rhyme made me wince.
Overall pleasing to read and relate-able without being cliche.

[❀ Gabriela ❀]

Thanks for taking the time to read (and review!) my writing. :) I originally wrote this for a contest where you could only write using five letter words. I was so stuck and couldn't think of anything, so I ended up writing about that! Glad you enjoyed it, thanks again for the review! :)

[Briana O'Connor]

I love the ending. Sometimes I feel the same way. When ideas won't come, let's just sleep instead! Maybe an idea will come from my dreams is what I always say. There was just a little bit of inconsistency in the flow of the poem, but other than that I really enjoyed the them, the message and the emotions inspired. Thank you for sharing and keep up the great work!

[❀ Gabriela ❀]

Thank you!! :)

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you for this great entry to my contest.
I cannot comment now as this would not be fair to other entries.
I like this one though.
Clive.

[❀ Gabriela ❀]

Thank you!!