writer’s block

Sometimes it’s hard to write

when writer’s block

blocks your every thought.

Mind over matter.

Over fingertips splatter

words on paper

building building-blocks

into skyscrapers.

As words expand, and then

taper into a

point.

The point is clear.

Writers, blocked by the fear

of being misunderstood

through the listener’s ear.

How easy it is to be misheard.

Stalked by the meanings

of each and every word.

Not taking for granted

your poetic license,

confirming each line is fine,

and in the right tense.

Controlling the thoughts of the mind

is a science.

Though a science still,

writing requires skill.

The ability to communicate,

by combining letters at will.

But with writer’s block,

I’ve learned a lot.

Like how to prove one’s self

when put on the spot.

Spotted time and time again,

are my right hand and pen,

creating expressive designs,

of consonant and vowel blends.

THE END

He who has no love

sheds hollow traces of past

with no ounce of soul

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