Writers block in July
~
The blank page sits staring at me
As though mocking cruelly
The lack of flow of words of poetry
A while can be a long time
It's been a while since I
Last wrote anything
A while longer for something
Worthwhile, meaningful, memorable
No my works fallen still
On the canvas of a writer
And the footnotes in every form
Paper, screen, audio recording
Hold little if anything at all
So it sits there empty, mocking
The blank page of a poetry book
Never written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my works fallen still On the canvas of a writer And the footnotes in every form Paper, screen, audio recording.. realities of a writer penned in simple language and the message is clear. tony