Writer's Block

I sit here trying to write
My pen poised above the paper
but I find myself drawing doodles
Illegible squiggles and squirls
dotting an otherwise blank white wall
Words and phrases come to mind
Sporadically
I jot them down
only to cross them out impatiently
My ideas seem forced, not flowing
Halting and jagged little snippets
Disjointed thoughts
that do not flow together
With a loud sigh of frustration
I wad up my writer's block
and toss it in the trash

May 4, 2005
Copyright Michelle Simpson

Michelle, I like the way you objectified the condition of writer's block into the wadded-up paper! That's a great image, and I haven't seen it before. You seem to have overcome the block in any case, so maybe this is a true story, huh?

Good job on a good poem, and whether as personal history or concept, it works. And it just might be the cure for somebody else's writer's block.

Thanks for sharing this tonight, Michelle; I hope all is well with you.

Love,

+Stevie

Thanks Steven,
This is part true-to-life. I haven't written anything since April 21 until tonight. And I have the doodles on the pages to prove it. It's really funny how the flood gates just open sometimes and how they remain tightly closed at others.
I am doing well, thank you for asking. I am hoping that my life is finally turning around. This last year has been so full of ups and downs that I've become emotionally motion sick. I'm hoping that the worst is over. But I'll keep my head up no matter what.
Great to see you back as well. Glad to hear you've overcome the dark times and stepped back into the sunlight.
Hugs,
Michelle

Good to hear it, Michelle; I guess we're both back among the living now. Whew! I know I had a helluva time... I'm just glad we've both been able to pick ourselves up and keep going.

I sincerely wish you every happiness. I apologize for not spending more time around here. I'm getting better, little by little, step by step; at least I'm writing, and not so dark as I was there when I was so ill with such deep depression.

It looks like maybe we'll both of us make it after all.

Good to hear from you.

Love,

+Stevie

poems don't always come easily. only poets know that.

words of wisdom, Hey Hey
and so very true