Writer's Block: A Prose Poem
I have a dozen incomplete stories on my lap top and a dozen more incomplete stories in my head. For most of them I have the plot all thought through but it's all for naught as my writer's block won't let me come through. I know it may seem ironic to I say I have this catatonic when I'm obviously writing this to you. Nevertheless, it's totally true. So I thought I'd write about writer's block and see if it would do.
I believe it is important to come up with a solution to unblocking this curse. Perhaps I should take some laxatives (before attempting to write verse), I think that should do. Or maybe I could watch a scary movie where they scream "Boo!" That would unblock me too. Although as clever as those schemes may seem, I believe they'll only be good for number two. (That is code for "poo".)
Maybe I should go out and find a muse, rather than giving up and drinking booze. We could go on a romantic cruise. Maybe then, out from my pen, will my creative thoughts ooze.
I know! I'll get a stick of dynamite and with a match I might... No, that would just blow me out of sight.
The more I am thinking, the more my hopes are sinking, on what I should write. Just like the sun sinks and it turns to night, I am starting to realize my plight: Even if I stay up all night I will have nothing which I can write and thus I will have met my fright.
But wait! This night has turned to dawn as it has dawned on me that -- with this little spout, I have with no doubt, unlocked that which before had me blocked.
Thank you and good night.
Tomorrow promises me new light.