White Canvas

Had a mini-writers block?

I am staring at a white canvas,

With lines calling my name,

Paper craving the lead of my pencil,

And the emptiness is driving me insane!

 

So I make lower case dragons,

And Capital Princes appear,

Fighting each other down the lines,

Each riding a... Reindeer.

 

Here comes the pea-less princess now,

And slay the dragon did she,

But not with a sword like the prince,

With punctuation, periods and parentheses.

 

Then suddenly the upside-down vowels drop in,

Lifting the princes and giving the princess her pea,

But alas these well-worded images swam away,

Off the page into an invisible sea.

 

This canvas is still unbearably blank,

The lines continue to call my name,

But there seems to be no lead left to feed the paper,

Perhaps this white canvas has finally driven me insane.

Author's Note

It isn't very good at all... Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Adora,

I enjoyed it although you lost me in the last stanza. For someone with writer's block it was very creative and interesting. Unique if you will. I like your way with words.

Regards,

Matthew

[Patricia Gayle]

I really liked it. It's kinda funny how writer's block in itself can sometimes inspire you to...well...write. I've written a couple of writer's block induced poems myself. A muse can work in mysterious ways sometimes. lol.
Keep up the great work. I enjoyed reading this one. :)