Paul Storm

Rookie - 0 Points (15-06-1977 / Antartica)

Writers Block - Poem by Paul Storm

slumbering inches
away from the
neonlit tonic offering
little repose
with this jazz interpreting
blackbirds long gone
stretching the night
till the sun raises its
sober wake-up-call face
conducting
the trumpeting traffic
ah, that music
all too familiar
calling me to the exit
and then to my room
where silence hums
mother's lullabies
yet words fail to record
last night’s reverberations
and again later tonight
goodnight
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
... .............


Comments about Writers Block by Paul Storm

  • (7/21/2008 2:48:00 PM)


    '....yet words fail to record last night’s reverberations...'
    nice line.
    i've a little bit of writer's block myself.
    ugh.
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  • Malini Kadir (6/14/2008 2:59:00 AM)


    Slumber eluding.....words getting shapes...
    Compressed feelings
    poetry great!
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  • (4/16/2008 10:03:00 AM)


    till the sun raises its
    sober wake-up-call face
    conducting
    the trumpeting traffic
    innovative imagery....compressed phrases, overall interesting poem...well composed
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  • Yuri Duraan (4/12/2008 6:10:00 PM)


    Hi, NPM. Ric sent me your poem.... it is excellent and very well written... I see you already have my view on the subject *smiles* (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2008


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