Trying to escape
From the pad-locked poet's mind
Is a freshly invented idea
Genius and worthy of being written
And exposed to the lengths of the Earth.
Crafty like a locksmith
Or a black suited thief
The idea breaks free from the mind
But however free and clear it may be
It has already lost its edginess
During the escaping struggle.
Translated incorrectly on synapses
While traveling the labyrinth of creativity
It transforms into a different idea
Whose version is mediocre at best
Solely worthy of a trashcan
Try after try is made
To transfer this idea to paper
Futile in their existance
For this inspiring idea is cursed
By the wicked witch of poetry
Writer's Block.
I love it, and share your pain :)
kerry
http://kerrybrennan007.blogspot.ca