Writers Block (The Dreaded Curse!) - Poem by Bernard Franklin
Sometimes when I write poetry I get the feeling that my pen is a scalpel,
and that I am ‘sculpturing’ words that appear inside my mind.
Usually to begin with I work heavily with a ‘cold chisel’, and then as the words begin to appear in my head, I use more ornate and delicate tools to do the fine processing.
Finishing off with some light sand papering to buff off the rough edges.
Today I’ve got ‘ writers block’ so I’ve had to resort to using a ‘Jack Hammer’ to bombard the concrete round my brain. To dig away at the blockage, and hopefully release my thoughts and dreams from inside my mind.
I think all writers must sit sometimes with a blank piece of paper and get absolutely nowhere at all! . Desperately thinking of something useful to write. Sometimes after only a few hours of ‘ Nothingness ‘ I will panic and feel scared that there’s nothing left in me to say? . Then out of the blue I will hear, or see, or taste, or smell, or feel something that will fire up the imagery of my mind. Then when the words finally come they literally gush out of me, far too fast for my pen to keep up with.
The pen is easily more mighty than the sword, and I personally would never swap the ability to make people laugh, or cry, or feel deeply inside for anything else on earth.
I hope you all have a wonderful day, and if you do feel the old ‘ writers block’ setting in let me know, and I’ll lend you my trusty old ‘ Jack Hammer’! .
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