Writers Block

This piece is written from the new Creative Poetry Group prompts

Writers Block

 

Howling, my creative spirit moans

Hope as sparse as verse

Aloof to my advances

Words retreat

 

My quill tarnished black from neglect

No melodic hums inside

Not one stroke

Prose stand still

 

Buoyant, I float amidst drifting thought

The unrelenting ebb

Dried up inspiration

Time ticks, tocks

 

A crumpled pile of pages sit taunting

My feet surrounded

The sea of white

Distressing me

Reviews

[Ben Ashelford]

I enjoyed this.
we all suffer from writers block everyt now and then and i have often found myself surrounded by paper that i have thrown in frustration.
the irony of writing about the subject of writers block is not lost on me!
good work, well done.

[Veronica Chandler]

I appreciate your response so much...I am only sorry it took me 8 months to see it. I have been seriously suffering from writers block.

[Tate Morgan]

i often wonder why I write.Why I have the need Then an inspiration hits me and i start all over

[Veronica Chandler]

"A broad smile came slowly over her face as she clicked the keyboard."

[David Lewis Paget]

Winston Churchill used to call it 'The Black Dog'. It even happened to him, when he was penning all those histories, and the War series. The best thing we can do is put the pen down and walk away for a while; it always comes back.

[Veronica Chandler]

Thank you...for the very good advice. Interesting to try writing using poetry; prompts I think the words were creative, aloof, melodic, buoyant, distressing, sparse, and unrelenting.

[Poetic Beauty]

Writer's block sucks big time. I hate when I can't get a decent sentence down on paper let alone an idea. This was done creatively with all the frustration the a writer feels when our muses cease to speak.

[Veronica Chandler]

Thanks so much for the great review; the muses were silent and my Pollyanna disappeared.

[Poetic Beauty]

It is very frustrating for a writer to not be able to write. We feel incomplete without it. I know this feeling well. I hope inspiration has returned. My muse is the creative part of my brain. She speaks within me, guiding me in directions that I didn't think possible. Each of my poems is about either a dream, feeling, time, memory or person I have experienced. I can tell you what each poem is about and whom it is related to.