Headlights glare,
The bold white stare of paper!
My mind will not reorder
Words to suit a song.
How long?
How often must this occur?
This disobedience of the brain.
The stain of my neglect
Spreads out inexorably
Across the white wall of my consciousness.
Oh, reader, do you know
How much I long
To recreate a song
From all this present absence?
You talk about writer's block, well writer block cant do much for you as it only inspired you to make a poem about it :) Just keep writing Tom, the process is making us peace not words that visit our pages.. they come and go when they need :)
I share your sentiments, Unwritten Soul. Don't worry. I'll get back to some writing soon. Maybe that Mango recipe with chilli might pepper me up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tom with the amount of poems and other things you have written your brain is allowed to have a wee holiday every now and then, and still you can write about it lol. Anna x
Yes, I think a break would be good. I'm told Auld Reekie's nice this time of the year. Could be very inspirational.