Writers Block

[moses lee]

Dried up like...
A rusted bent pipe, Protruding out of
Unyielding cement
Like a desolate desert snake in it's hole
Waiting....
For the first drop of water
To be sent, From the Earth's cloudless blue ceiling

My words have become confused and obtuse
There is no excuse
When blinding thunderstorms
Produce, More imagination
Than a sunny day
Day's now, seem archaic and insensitive
As inspiration fades away.

-end-
Moses Lee

[watcher]

What a GREAT poem about writer's block, Moses! If you truly are experiencing that, you're doing a great job of using it to inspire you! Pure genius! I've had trouble with writer's block recently too, but I haven't come up with a great poem about it yet! Kudos!
:h

[moses lee]

Thank you, My friend