Block

Triumph over writer's block. There is no sweeter success.

An Idea!

It forms in the back of your mind until it simply BURSTS from you

Causing your world to tremble it flows from your every pore

It grows in magnitude ever increasing in magnificence until it, 

Stops

Before it is done,

Really before it has even begun

NO!

Your entire being screams as you try to cling to the last shreds

Of your wonderful thought of the new meaning of life you had found

You cling!

You clamp!

You try to squeeze every last bit of magnificence out, 

But,

You know 

From experience

That only the shabby,

Only the overused

The Beaten

The Tired

The Over-expired

Can come from further mulling

So,

You sit back

You back off

You take your hand off

The half-formed piece of art

You,

Go away

To other things

To simpler things

To things easily dealt with

For 

You know 

that if you let

that original thought

Lay,

Churn,

Simmer,

Steam,

Bubble

Boil Build and...

BURST!

That your thoughts once again will be running and running until they

Flow from your every pore into that half finished thing that you

Had miserably failed before in that time you couldn't remember

Because that marvelous joy of creation flowes through your veins onto

SUCCESS!

Author's Note

This idea just kind of exploded from my brain. Any advice you can give would be awesome! Hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[A. L. Allen]

I really, really like this. It made me laugh, because it TOTALLY reminded me of how I feel in that stupid, uncreative brain-fart known as writers block. ;P Very well put together.

The one thing that I thought to mention, although it could totally be just me; the last stanza struck me as very rambly. I understand that you're trying to capture the sudden explosion of words after overcoming the wall, but I wonder if there is some way you could rephrase or reword it so that it doesn't seem so, for lack of a better word, cluttered. :)

Other than that, fantastic job. Keep it up!

[DuttonJ]

I'm glad you liked it! And yes, I did kind of mean for it to be rambly. I wanted to return (at least vaguely) to the stanza formation at the beginning of the poem when the author couldn't keep the idea from just flowing out. I do see how I could clean it up, though. Thanks for the advice! :)