Writers Block

Writers Block

 

Let me drift for only a moment

To a time which can never return

A time lost in the elements

Of forgetfulness, select cuttings and controlled burns

 

I speak not of a forest

Or the woods of any kind

I speak only of the shadows

In the wilderness of my mind

 

A place where I can go

To be alone and pray

To think of all the things

That I want to say

 

The thoughts, they come so easy

But the words are out of sight

I put my pen to paper

But now I cannot write

 

~ Stephen

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Like the font on this piece. Another good poem of yours with great rhythm and flow. Ironic that the first two poems I read of yours are on subjects I have wriiten about, too. Me thinks we should be friends!

[Stephen]

Thanks.. and just for the record I have copied nothing of yours(honestly). In fact I use to shy away from reading other pieces until I found that they could help point me in a direction that I didn't know a path was there because it was well hidden. And yes we can be friends...

[Barbara Walker]

Oh, no, that's not what I meant at all! Not inferring you plagerized, only that we think alike.

[Stephen]

I am an original and there is nobody like me. I understood what you were saying from the start. I am just enjoying this gift of writing...

[carol burgess romance]

Another good one...well formed

[Devanshu Rajput]

A beautifully composed poem describing the time which comes in every writer's life.

[danish]

Lovely simply good love it