Writer's block

Writer’s block

I remember a time

When words were my friends

We laughed and shared

And dreamed of stories without end

Now they have left me

Like a romance gone wrong

And I’m standing at the end of a dirt road

With broken pencils

And monotone memories

Of times when I danced with beautiful words

Until

The music stopped.

Author's Note

Painting of the Karoo, South Africa, by Barbara Philip.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have written for over 55 years, and the music has stopped more times than I can remember.

But somehow a note or two survived and then grew into 10 notes and 20 notes and suddenly a poem.

I really like the metaphor of a friend that you carried through this so brilliantly.
j.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Jacob.... writers and poets have a special appreciation for new beginnings....

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometimes we must find some song to awaked our muse. Hard to do. I use the old jazz. Make my mind wander to the old places. I must be restful to write, and I need to read. Thank you, dear friend, for sharing your amazing poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Coyote.....it is good to have a few words to share again....

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

Your words are so relatable. My muse often takes a break and this always leaves me saddened, but she does eventually return. Writer’s block is such a curse. You have penned these stanzas beautifully. It!s been a while since you were here, pleased to see you Sleepless Volcano. Superb posted painting by the way to accompany your lines.

Chris

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Chris!

[RomaJ]

I think every writer’s been at that lonely dirt road at some point, staring at broken pencils and blank pages. You captured that ache so simply and beautifully.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you very much.

[Gee]

All here will understand the frustrations of wanting to write but being unable to find the words.
Good morning

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you for your kind words.