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Writers’ block,
Is no block at all.
But rather a superfluity of my fantasy,
The true stall
Is when to pick up the pen and when to let it fall.
Or, the fact that
I’m going through some things I can vent about.
Or, whether to take
Another path, a separate road, or down a completely
different route.
I am frustrated at the choices,
While they prevent me from forward motion,
Frozen in the moment,
I ponder the plan…
To protrude, exude, and even come unglued.
Living waters of words
Begin to flow,
Down the brook, into the stream, into the river into the
ocean;
Of my metaphoric fanciful dream
Flowing, growing, and now knowing
Of this fluid consciousness of words.