Tick tick tock tock goes the clock. Sitting here with severe writer’s block. Words are frozen solid like a rock. Oh to be set free from this crippling written headlock. Staring into space looking for just a few words. Poetic flow has gone, but still singing are the birds. Looking out of the window pacing are the farmer’s herds. Why is my sandwich chopped into thirds? Rhyme schemes all of a sudden make no sense. Yes, it is true. Artists can be truly intense. But, in our defense, the waiting, creating, and perfecting even keeps us in suspense. Tick tick tock tock goes the clock. Sitting here with severe writer’s block. Words are frozen solid like a rock. Oh to be free from this crippling written headlock. Never fear my author and writer friends. Our burning passion to produce does pay dividends. Practice makes perfect, but along the way make amends. And be truly careful of how and with who one spends. Write down words and phrases that randomly pop in your head. Now cut the words separately without a single thread. Arrange them in new ways as if remaking a bed. Remember dictionaries and thesauruses are the tools in our shed. Tick tick tock tock goes the clock. Sitting here with severe writer’s block. Words are frozen solid like a rock. Oh to be free from this crippling written headlock. What are words without anything to say? Anxiously awaiting for the creative ship to pull into the bay. Perhaps reading will spark life along the written carriageway. Until then this plane will only continue to circle the runway. The setting sun is kissing the moon goodnight. Twinkling stars dancing across the galaxy so bright. No need to try to win this bullfight. Traffic will flow again when there is a green light. Tick tick tock tock goes the clock. Sitting here with severe writer’s block. Words are frozen solid like a rock. Oh to be free from this crippling written headlock. Time stands still then suddenly there is a loud knock!
Abigail Rhoeas has done an excellent write up on writer’s block here. (Go read it :))
I'm not sure if you know what I know, and maybe I don't know what you know, but everybody knows that we never know the same thing others know.
HURRAY!! I've been waiting for this moment since Sunday. The wait was worth it! As I said before, it is a beautiful poem that perfectly captures the feeling of writer's block. Well done!