The Writer's Block - A Poem
An empty earthen vessel
There's a drought up in my brain and I don't know how it got there
It seems that now my head is only filled with air.
Like an empty earthen vessel with nothing left inside
My thoughts and all my dreams have gone away and died.
There's nothing in my head my brain is all alone
I look and think and wonder, but it seems no one is home.
Where thoughts once wandered freely I see emptiness
Just like an old time pauper, my brain is penniless.
Did monsters chase my thoughts away, or waves come from an ocean
To steal the thoughts I used to have and just leave blank emotion?
I sit and think and try to write but nothing comes anew
It's like I'm cooking without food, there's nothing for the stew.
What strange and scary happening has caused this writer's block
Perhaps if I just sit here and stop looking at the clock
Some new and glorious thoughts will spring from somewhere deep inside
And words will fly like sparrows becoming now my guide.
The emptiness will fill itself like it never has before
The writer's block will leave me and I'll feel that old time lure.
To write words with new meaning, the ones satisfying all my druthers
Words with feeling and appealing to all sisters, brothers, mothers.
To send away this writer's block as quickly as it came and
Start anew with glorious words that help to fan the flame
Of writing what I'm feeling when the urgings come to me
So I can see the finished work before the thoughts all flee.
There's nursery rhymes and songs to write as each day begins
A finished work, no matter what, is how the writer wins.
So waiting for this block to end and go away for good
Is all this writer needs today don't be misunderstood
To see the words all flowing as you start to write them down
Is worth the world to writers, its better than a crown!
When you get writer's block;
Some of the Other Poems I've Written
- The mother of the Groom
A short poem about the mother of the groom and her feelings on his wedding day.
- Ma Moon
A poem/fable about a conversation between a boy and the moon. The boy is fascinated with the moon and the moon explains why he's in the sky.
- Is it a Poem of Love
I thought I'd write of love returned until I tried and then I learned It's not an easy thing to do when all the writing's done by you.
Some Poems by Other Hubbers
- Writer's Block Get Away From Me...!
Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Make it more dramatic: Felt as though I was on a plane, and heard the Captain announcing: "Ladies and Gentleman, we have lost thrust and both turbines are shut (37,000 feet above sea level?). Entering
- Father Son Poem: A Boy's Morning
A short poem about a boy's morning with his Father
- Free Spirit
a sad poem about losing someone close to you.
- The Eternal Touch... A Poem.