Blocked
By Brazos
Blocked. I am blocked; I can’t write a word. No longer a rhymer; isn’t that absurd? Used to. I used to write a lot. Why, today, can I not write a jot? Poet. I’m supposed to be a poet. But, how can the poet write, when he don’t know it? I know. That’s what my friends say. The Muse will come back someday, say hey? Maybe. But, they have no way of knowing. What the Muse wants to be bestowing. I’m lost. But not as lost as they. They have no songs to sing, along their way. I, I have more! Silently, I can hum my tunes. While they “rap”, and walk thru runes. Love. They love me, for they know I’m here. To listen to them, without any fear. Help. I need some help. Drag me out of the seaweed and kelp. Muse. Where is my muse? You know, the one I used to use? Verse? How can I write a verse? When with this block I am cursed? Oh, wait! Maybe I can get unlocked! I’ll just write a poem about being blocked! [I hope this does it, haven’t been able to write anything new for several weeks!]I know that most of you experience the problem of not being able to write down what you feel all the time. Would appreciate helpful comments on this subject. Written August 12th, 2001 © on Aug 12 2001 03:18 PM PST, Brazos Mason 0 • 12
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