Writers Block daisiesnfld: Writers Block . The silence now was deafening No sound of written word The colors had left blank pages Where once images were heard . The paint brush here lies idle The canvas dry, empty and bare Crippled then was the pen within Words of prose no longer there . Laborious time spent in writing Trapped in warped times writer's block Hands now chilled that held the quill Marks the hours lost by the clock . With thoughts racing for the outlet Where all poets keep words stored Paces and paints within a mental portrait Deftly touching up skills to restore . A fading graphic in the memory Of a poet's hand by candle light Where undaunted and with scrutiny Picks up the brush and writes . © DaisiesNfld daisiesnfld: Thank you kindly sir! I would so like for you to attend our poetry room here on Wire. I'll be looking for youuuuu | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |