top of page
Search

Writers Block

  • Writer: camillesuzannecamp
    camillesuzannecamp
  • Oct 10, 2022
  • 1 min read

By. Nova Macknik-Conde

Photo credit: Catherine M. Wood (1857-1939)

My pen lingers over the page,


Cobalt ink waiting in the depths,


I imagine, and I ponder, and I muse.


But still the thief steals my well of words,


Cheats me of my cascading thoughts,


And takes my waterfalls of compositions.


The vague scent of ink on a fresh sheet of paper,


The articulation of inspiration,


The quiet bliss of the flowing verse.


The thief deprives me of the joy of invention,


The dexterity of novels, poems, and short stories,


And the rushing streams of world building.


So idea-less


That the only method of elusion


Is to pen


The meaningless things that enter my mind,


Or write about my writer’s block alone.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All

Comments


21889124-8D20-4FCE-97E1-86166BD3BC36.png
Apply to become a Poetry Ambassador

© 2022 by Rising Poets Community

RISING POETS COMMUNITY

Submit your poetry for the blog
bottom of page