The Trouble with Writing

As rolling stones would never gather moss,

Sporadically would steadfast writers write-

A moment’s win could next become a loss,

And leave them writhing in a bitter plight.

Although the inspiration may be there

Within the hollows of their misty minds,

They still all day would at blank pages stare,

In constant prayer for freedom from their binds.

Perfection is their purposeful obsession,

Yet such is seldom simple to attain.

Thus they by night would fall into depression

From having whiled away the day in vain.

No theme is framed with ease, no thoughts run smooth,

Which even calm excursions seldom soothe.

-EDP

Reviews

[Rachel Richardson]

I really enjoyed this. I find that when you force yourself to write during a block it becomes much easier to write again. And again. The first quatrain made me smile especially. Your word play is spot on! Excellent!

[emipoemi]

Thank you so much! (Indeed, you simply need to put pen to paper and trust in the Muse....only then would a writer conquer the dreaded Block). Glad you enjoyed it.

[barleygirl]

I remember having writer's block & you've made it sound like no other! Many let their frustrations show in mundane ways, but here you've elevated writer's block to be almost like a spiritual quest. It's almost like being freed to be able to write is a parallel to other freedoms in other aspects of one's life. Very thought-provoking. I can't imagine you suffer from this malady! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[emipoemi]

Thank you so much! Unfortunately, I do. The best of us do in fact. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Gee]

It must be frustrating being a writer, would be writer and struggling for words. Me, I play at this and post the odd bit now and again, no fretting if nowt comes to mind.
You describe this well..

[emipoemi]

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Norbanus]

One wonders at the depth of writer's block.
It plaques me as I grasp for this small text
Could moss but gather on this very rock?
My lifeless thoughts betray what's coming next

My dawning inspiration struggles there,
bogged down by hip-deep mud within my mind.
I watch the pages crumble 'neath my stare.
There must be more to this than just the grind.

Ah-ha! There, hidden twixt the lines of pentic verse,
lie fourteen lines which sing as from the Bard.
In fear my efforts will do something worse,
I'll stop my drift right here.(Damn this is hard.)

The claim to simple excellence you hold,
is measured in esteem and not in gold.

[emipoemi]

Wonderful Norbanus!! The "ah-ha" adds syllables, which contradicts the following line a bit, but nice homage to the poem! This is the first someone has ever written a companion to one of my poems, and I absolutely love it. Amazing. Thanks for that, and for reading my poem. Glad you enjoyed it (as much as I enjoyed your response).

[Norbanus]

Ah-so! I was right to end it when I did. :-)

[Jacob Clifford]

Very accurate description of what it feels like to have the dreaded writer's block. There have been a million poems/stories like this one (about writers block, woe is me), but this one stands out to me. It's done in a creative manner and it well written.

[emipoemi]

Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it.

[Srchaud]

This is writers block. This right here is the frustration of writers block.
So many times have I had a good day thinking I hit my stride to have all come crashing down the next.
to spend all day trying to get words out to no avail. Just like the words say, you then start to get despreate, and by the end of the day, you are so frustrated that even tasks that would normally calm you down, do little.
This is like my theme poem for those days

[emipoemi]

your comment cheers my soul! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.