Poets Lament

Poets Lament

A Poem by KurKota

The poets frustration..

I see no words on the white space
Staring back to mock my thoughts,
My mind at once a whirl 
But as frozen nothingness in place.

I feel the burn of things to express
But the thoughts ramble to and fro
As butterflies in the wind
Upon my forehead, I so hard do press.

Why indeed do I trouble with the task
Of attempting on this page to write
When so many thoughts at once 
Seem to swirl as water in a flask.

But suddenly indeed, the mind conform
Into a bursting flower of light
And with force the words do strike 
With hand, and quickly the words take form.

© 2018 KurKota

Author's Note

Just one of the ramblings of a writers mind...

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The mind as a sieve catches thoughts with substance. There is no stopping inspiration and creativity.

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Thank you for the comments. I appreciate it.
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Its just take moment when words start to pear at your pen. Magic will move with your effort and there is your words. Maybe not so great but yours and wonderful.

Posted 6 Years Ago

As fair a description of writer's block as any I've seen of late...

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

Thank you for the kind words.

6 Years Ago

I'm not kind...I just DO speak my mind and THIS one is good.

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3 Reviews
Added on April 10, 2016
Last Updated on May 14, 2018
Tags: Writing poetry, writers frustration, writers block



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