Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block 9/29/19

Grabbing illusions,
a twist full of torsion
wrecking havoc
on a poetry train.

The train derails
as metaphors crash,
similes struggle
for last gasp of
breath.

Taking my fate
into my own prose,
I crumple and abandon
my words into piles.

fistfulls of mistakes,
garbage of words.

The train collides
with another.
Steel smashes Steel,
as I crumple the page,
only whiteness remains.

(dedicated to my friend Michael Kevin Spencer.)

Just words

Just words

loose lipped tangles of sentences

poetry and prose and stories

just words

tumbling out in a dry spell

words in a spin cycle washing away

confusion and empty pages

just words

pouring down a page

like so much rain

washing away writer’s block

covering an inky stain

writing on repeat

just words

tumble dry low

and add fabric softner.

 

A quiet Saturday

A quiet Saturday-

A quiet day, spent by

sleeping in. Awaking slowly,

into the afternoon, very much

unlike me.

Meditative as the hum drum hum

of our heater fills our bedroom.

All of a sudden, it feels like a game of make believe.

A game of Hide and Seek.

As I search my minds eye-

for some wise words

to live by.

Poetry is a Muse

who often comes and goes,

without much thought or effort

on my part.

She either comes a knocking…

or she does not.

All of a sudden, it feels like a game of make believe.

A game of Hide and Seek.

As I search my minds eye-

for some wise words

to live by.

Some days

I am the first

to admit,

I am a bit

like a gas gauge

stuck on empty.

Sweat

Sweat-

9/27/14

Breaking out

into a rash,

of ugly words

broken down metaphors

and crashed out cars

of forgotten highways

I long to pass.

 

Breaking out,

in a sweat

of random rhyme

poetry without boundaries

rhythms without meter

sadness without time.

 

and I

shiver

coldness creeps in

with the turning

flip,flip,flip

of the Fan’s silver blades

crushing the air

 

making time

stand still.

 

A writer without ideas

is like an empty blanket

encircling empty dreams.

 

Breaking out,

in a rash

Breaking out,

in  a sweat,

Breaking out

into….

 

silence

unspoken slices

of imagery

best left forgotten,

left out in the cold

forgotten from a

dream.