Could this be my swan song, time now for goodbye..
my heart spilled on paper, end the chapters now.
Time has dragged on too long -no resolution found,
I've no more words, and even fewer opinions.
Full stop, all change, no need for regret,
my conscience is clear, my best works all done…
No need to comment, completion now sought.
Get past the preface, onto the start,
dig into the body and study the text
The story unfolded, a tale of two halves
the good and the bad, the truth and the lies.
Imagine the scene, compose dialogue…
attribute feelings and life to a name.
Read and re read …it's the same every day
But no new words come and the characters flat.
A quick break for coffee, a biscuit, some fruit,
still no inspiration and panic sets in…
What if I never find my words again? ..
and all of the words just turn out the same…
A deadline is up, all pages just blank,
frustration my partner, a mind full of clouds
I need inspiration to try to unlock
The fear that confronts me …that's my writers block…
Lodigiana another beautifully written poem and so well worded about finding the right words. To build up an original poem from fresh foundations. I believe we all go through phases of abject despair when trying to think up something fresh and highly unique/original. A stand alone waterproofed poem from rainy thoughtless days. But their just phases and soon pass. Five stars and worthy of each. Take care. Shaun.x.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stand alone poem to revisit and reread and if I have writer's block to revisit once more and then to steal from. For if you're going to steal, steal from the best. Thanks again Lodigiana and five shining stars bestowed again for your superbly worded and presented, touch of poetry class. Enjoy life and take care. Shaun. x.
Thanks so much Shaun and feel free to use my poem in whatever way you find helpful to release that writers block we are all subject to occasionally! Stay safe and happy my friend xx lodigiana