The Puzzling Thing About Writers Block

not about love for once, which is great, because heaven knows I need a break

I know,

Whether I like it or not,

That my touch is woven into many things-

Open-sky clearings and

a million clusters of goldenrod and

Impossibly vast oceans and

Summer evening breezes and

The apples at the grocery store and

Dozens of branches and

Two chairs I found rotting in a dumpster and

The floors and the ceilings

And every word in every book I've ever read

Grassy forest floors

And towers as high as the clouds and 

Pots and pans and paintings and photographs

I was there for all of those beautiful things and more

And yet

Absolutely none of it

Is really the thing I want to write about

Author's Note

Comments, questions, concerns? All are appreciated!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A poet can turn everyday ordinary into beauty. You have done that here.

Chris

[Bell Spalding]

Thank you so very much, Chris! I appreciate your kindness.
Fondly,
Bell