Writer's Block

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What should I do when I realize
That my brain is not
An ocean of thoughts,
A realm of possibilities,
Where I could set sail,
Embark,
On a voyage of discovery and possible contentment.

But a shallow lake which gets bone dry
On hot, sweltering summers, so that
There is a hint of salt and a thin layer of evaporites,
Left until it rains again
"God knows when".

When I had picked the pen,
You did not forewarn me at all
And look now what you have done
You careless Ambition, You mad Desire.
I am engulfed in a total eclipse
All I've got is dark shadows and faint dusk.

There are ideas and there are words
But there is the endless sea between them
Which I know I cannot swim across.
You did not teach me how to swim,
I cannot improvise when I know I can drown
Nor did my emaciated, starved soul
Possess the stride for such an adventure.

There were times and there were hours,
In the past , sans nombre
When frustration was a dear friend of mine.
I asked him to sit with me
Greeted him with warm coffee
And a chocolate cookie.
And chatted with him ,
Away
Until he said "It's late, I gotta go".

These days he won't come for that coffee
He's too wise you see.
Instead he would sneak in through the backdoor of my house
And hide in my bedroom closet
And finally into my comforter on my bed.

I cannot go to office now,
I do not go to office now,
I need to be sick and unwell,
I need to write real good .
I was hoping Kapka Kassabova
Would be my greek goddess tonight
And teach me how to love when I write
And how to write when I love.

She could warn me not to be haunted
By a past which I have not seen
Ancient civilizations where I and She
Were estranged lovers who never met.

Why don't I take the public bus
On a cloudy and chilly day in Texas
Wait for it,
And watch the cars rush by me on the highway.
It would take me to an abode of ideas
To Himalayas of thoughts
And build me a bridge of pebbles
Somewhere in the sea.

I may only have two hours now
Or Three if I don't eat or take the shower
But I could and I should head home
Where it rains and it drizzles;
Droplets on my bare skin and toes
Which feels oceans beneath my feet.
Slowly.

I should keep walking faster and faster
Till beads of sweat on my chin and my throat
Become indistinguishable from the rain.
And add to that riveting flow
A drop in the Ocean
Where you all come to swim.


© Nothing Personal. December 22, 2010.

Reviews

[underwriter]

again another fantastic write! i love the humor you slot into it. it makes it come alive a more. not that it needs any help! wow, truly inspirational writing!
"There were times and there were hours,
In the past , sans nombre
When frustration was a dear friend of mine.
I asked him to sit with me
Greeted him with warm coffee
And a chocolate cookie.
And chatted with him ,
Away
Until he said "It's late, I gotta go"."

[Rain (YouoweYoupay)]

This poem surrounds something a little bit deeper than just the inability to write well. I could feel the loss of passion, interest, and color in the writer's eyes. Beautiful and very cleverly assorted. Loved it. Keep going.

-youoweyoupay

[Alicia Schroeder]

I just realized that I reveiwed this poem a year ago and didn't take in the full depth of it, amazing how words can take us to places unkown through our own imaginations and bring visions of such imagery that we don't always think possible, amazing peice :)

[Kelley Quinn]

This was amazing. Truly blew my mind. I have a poem titled Writer's Block as well, so, intrigued, I clicked on yours. I have never read something so riveting as this. Excellent work, excellent writing skills. You have a talent that needs to be seen by all and embellished by so many things. You can go far, especially with this piece right here. Simply perfect. I love it, all of it. Good work.

[Dakota]

I enjoyed the depth and humor of this piece. Very easy to relate to as well. Thanks for sharing your inspiration!

[Sukriti Suki]

very very nice...I have enjoyed and related to this poem a lot...I loved your thought of there being an endless ocean between ideas and words, excellent!

[.]

this starts as a writers block but you take us on a journey to a deeper part of your psyche..I don't understand fully..but it makes for a delicious read..

[Bette]

well done! going in my favs!

[JulieNorell]

Amazing write! Good sense of humor, lots of emotion. I understand this all to well! :)

[Mauricio Montoya]

nice work.

[Gone]

Awesome write!! Ilove your opening stanzas. They are soooo me! LOL.
What should I do when I realize
That my brain is not
An ocean of thoughts,
A realm of possibilities.....
....But a shallow lake which gets bone dry

So me and so funny! And as for the whole idea of having coffee with frustration - Genious! Absolutely love this poem. Such creativity born out of the frustration of writers block.