Writer's Block

 

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Authors moan of Writer’s Block:

They can’t unpick their inner lock.

A black expanse is all they see

Their rhymes are but a tragedy.

 

“The Block” is writers’ constipation,

A failure of imagination.

What laxative is there for this?

You feel like you’ve been sent to Dis.

 

Oh where did those ideas go?

That blank page fills them full of woe.

Play with words is what I say,

Then soon a poem is on its way.

 

Don’t try so hard is my advice:

Perfection can be such a vice.

Watch telly, films, anything you like,

And let your mind just take a hike.

 

Listen to music by all means,

Like you used to in your teens.

Watch the news, or take a stroll,

Drag yourself out of that hole.

 

Take a nap whenever you like,

Sleep will get you ready to strike.

Toy with words again I say:

Best inspiration springs from play.

 

Paul Butters