Block Party!

Block Party!!


Imagine, if you will
100 some years ago,
in a Braille less society
empty of much technology,

One armless
and legless man,
born deaf, dumb
and blind.

Sitting propped in
front of a blank desk,
writing volumes of poems
inside his head,
but with no way
to translate them.

This then is the
truest form of writer's block.

So get your butts busy
and be grateful.

Use your senses,
bathe in them
smell, touch, taste,
hear and see, poetry
all around you
and then simply
write it.

"Excuses are like five fingers,
everybody's got thumb!"

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