Writer's Block Poem by Tim Labbe

Writer's Block

Rating: 5.0


Lulled Infant
of pretention,
innocent smile
lies asleep.

Cradled in
the poets heart,
a pen's dried ink
is unable to weep.

Imagination no
longer sown.
Another poet's
tear dies alone.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 17 February 2023

Brilliant thoughts Bravo! ! !

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Tim Labbe 17 February 2023

I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful comment. Thank you : )

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Jayne Louise Davies 17 February 2023

Top marks. So true x

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Tim Labbe 17 February 2023

I'm truly humbled by your kind comment. Thank you!

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Tim Labbe 16 February 2023

Thank you. I am so grateful for your positive comment.

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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 16 February 2023

Writers' block, how it is? Beautiful.

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Tim Labbe 17 February 2023

I deeply appreciate your kind comment. Thank you : )

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Tim Labbe 16 February 2023

So VERY kind. Thank you.

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" Cradled in /the poets heart, / a pen's dried ink /is unable to weep." Wow! There can be better words to describe Writers Block.5*

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Tim Labbe 16 February 2023

My heart swells reading your kind words. Thank you!

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