WHO KILLED MY POEM!

Who killed my poem?

Who saw it die?

My verses de-materialised

The imagination left to die.

" It was me !" Writers block

"I killed your poem

Giving you all my stops

To leave your imagination in tatters

I pulled out the blocks."

Who saw  four words?

Once a upon a time..........

"I"  said the Pen

The scene of the crime

"I saw those last words"

Who saw this happen?

"I" said the Paper

My crumbled friends, out of view

Written on my body. "No!"

"I was pristine and new"

Where were the others?

"I was here" said the Pencil

"Laying by paper's side. I laid there idle.

I allowed your poem to die."

Who killed my poem?

"It was I, Writers block

I muddled your memories,

I stripped you of your thoughts

I put out the mind blocks you see

To stop you at your works.

Then who wrote the epitaph?

When the poem died

"It was I ,the Writer

In cahoots with the pen.

"I wrote the epitaph"...... THE END.

  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. The mind can be tire. Hard to awaken a sleeping mind and pen. I use Leonard Cohen, J.B Harvey and Lana Del Rey. Their good song and words. Make me write. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[alf]

Hi Andrew. Yep! I begin to see a parallel of humour between us. This is something I would've liked to have written. Loved it, alf