the ink would not bleed

when the words just won't come

i thought i had a poem to write

but the ink would not bleed on the page

words slippery

scattered out of focus and wandered

they just left and

hid behind emotions for her

 

the page lined and white

empty of wants and regrets

set anxiously awaiting its markings

it sits still, perfected

i thought i had a poem to write

but the ink would not bleed

Reviews

[trinaspen]

Wow...i feel you on this one. It's when the emotions are so high that you cannot come down enough to get a flow together...but in a twisted way, that's exactly what happens...you get something that should be garbage but actually, well, makes sense!

strange creatures, writers...

[CROSS QUARTRMANI]

Wonderful poem I have been there before. This is the first poem I have read about writers block.