A Chiseled Mess

 

 

What is the cause of

granite encased thoughts,

boulders defining detours,

where pushing only forms exhaustion

 

Tools of the trade send

chips of stone flying

Creating pain in my hands,

blisters bubbling

 

Swirls of dust

coating the furniture

Grit and grime

scratching floor boards

 

Frustration hammering,

hoping to carve a work of art,

a few sculptured phrases in

metaphoric rubble

 

Or colorful marbled veins of verse

from this massive writer’s block

sitting on the table

in front of me

 

Yet, all I end up with is 

a chiseled mess

Reviews

[therisa]

Sometimes, a writer's block is, best solved, by an absence, giving us, a different perspective on the subject, before us. But this poem is, a creative piece, which breaks through and shares, with us, your struggles. I hope, your block is, no more, Willweb.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Therisa. I just keep chipping away

[therisa]

Your welcome, Willweb.

[Lyn Anderson]

I love this. It is an excellent analogy for writer's block.

[willweb]

Thanks so much KLGoode.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes writers block is so hard and thick...only a chisel of inspiration might break it down enough to sculpt a poem.

[willweb]

Yes that is how it seems sometimes. Thanks so much Jacob.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well this is no chiseled mess. It is a well constructed, engaging and splendidly laid out metaphor in verse.

[willweb]

Thank you so much John.