Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The writer’s block poem

I don’t know what to write
It doesn’t give me a fright
It’s just an annoying plight
When I don’t know what to write.

I don’t know what to write
No ideas are in my sight
This block I give a fight
When I don’t know what to write.

I don’t know what to write
But I think I see a light
A shape that’s taking flight
As I don’t know what to write.

I don’t know what to write
No longer do I recite
A thought became a kite
That rose to the highest height.

I do know what to write
It gives me real delight
To craft prose oh so bright
When I do know what to write.
     --© Brian Beasley

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