Writers Block Poem by Paul Storm
Writers Block
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
................
Slumber eluding.....words getting shapes... Compressed feelings poetry great!
till the sun raises its sober wake-up-call face conducting the trumpeting traffic innovative imagery....compressed phrases, overall interesting poem...well composed
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*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 1:08:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'....yet words fail to record last night’s reverberations...' nice line. i've a little bit of writer's block myself. ugh.