I’m at my wit’s end
running out of things to say
and returning
to the same old cliché
over and over again
and it seems dismal
in the opening day
of the new year
the dawning
of a new day and year
and I am silent
not a word spoken
thoughts stymied
in lockjaw
reaping the flow
of events
and experience
the ends finally
justify the means
ideas appeal
to certain interests
yet splintered
in the interim period
adventures, misadventures
situations unheralded
the passing minutes
fruitlessly tick away
in cold January air
fecund period spell of time
aimlessly swaying
into the stratosphere
It is still alive
I just can’t seem
to get it up
and get it down
committed to the page
Appears to be writersblock of
Appears to be writersblock of sorts and doing what comes natural, just write through it until something intelligible results. One that most if not all on this site can relate. Thanks for sharing./Rik.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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writer's block sucks but it
writer's block sucks but it ultinately strengthens one's resolve