Writer's Block

My mind’s at a blank

I want to write but I can’t

Whether with a pen in my hand

Or my fingers positioned above the keyboard

The words don’t come

I close my eyes for inspiration

Or read something for motivation

Or head outside for stimulation

But the paper lays bare

A few phrases now and then

Only to be erased in the end

Then when I least expect it

Like when I’m ironing my shirt

Or singing in the shower

I get something

A small sliver of an idea

I ponder on it more

And soon it leads to more questions

And the idea expands

It leads me to my plot

And soon enough the thought’s there

I’ve grasped it

I grab for the nearest piece of paper at hand

And scribble this small idea I have

The words flow out at a gentle pace

Going and going till it leads to the end

At last!

There’s my piece and my mind’s exhausted

But my hand still wants to flow

And a stirring lingers at the back of my mind

What do I write next?

Soon enough I’m back to the start.

My mind’s at a blank

I want to write but I can’t

Reviews

[w2de35657u687y4324rf]

I like the full circle. We feel like the protagonist has won, but we're left back at the inception. Quite comical, actually. I wanted to laugh with something like pity. Good job

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A piercing look into the world of the soldier, the world of the dead land that is writers block, well done

[Grace Catherine C.]

I wrote a poem about writer's block once! Mine was a lot different though, I like this, good job!