Untitled (December 21, 2014)

Another writer's block poem.

Mentally

I can hear

My inner critic grumbling

And laughing

At my struggles.

As various ideas

Slip through

My mental fingers

Like half-formed ideas

Dead upon arrival.

If I could

I would strangle

My inner critic

With joyful glee.

In silencing

His voice

Forever.

But

It won't solve

This writer's block

I'm facing.

Once more

Another frustrated sigh

Escapes.

As I place

My pen down

For another night.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

So many readers will be able to identify with your words in this one, Therisa. Writer's block happens to us all. The only thing to do is continue to jot down ideas. Eventually they will gel into a poem. Good one. Lydi**

[therisa]

Thank you, Lydia. This was my fourth attempt to get something down that made sense, to me.

[ANTO]

I had an image of your hands round the muse's throat in cartoon style - like the way Barts head swells up with the tongue hanging out and the big bulging eyes, when Homer strangles him lol.
Thanks for the early chuckle today T. ;D

Love the layout too. :))

[therisa]

Your welcome, Anto. The image of Homer choking Bart, did come, into my mind, after writing this poem. ;)

[Matching Socks]

It's not an easy thing to bounce back from. :)
Nicely penned.

[therisa]

Thank you, Ana. Would you like my muse? She's going cheap.

[Matching Socks]

I've got too many of my own I'm wooing at the moment. :)
All very high maintenance.

[therisa]

Tell me, about it.

[Lizardo]

I really like the emotion going on in the poem and specially My favorite is the first stanza
This is really good

[therisa]

Thank you, Lizardo, for taking the time, to review this poem, of mine.

[Lizardo]

You're Welcome