Writer's Block is Slain

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 10/20/2016

I sit, pen poised
Yet in mid air
Inspiration takes flight
To science fair
It's scientifically proven
That words which you lack
Will haunt your dreams
With cerebral smack
And then as you beg
From atop Ferris wheel
For your words to come back
As you probe and feel
For that
That rhythm or phrase
You can search for days
For lines of any size
With which to hypnotize
Synchronize
Your thoughts like molten wax
While writer's block is slain
By the word from yesterday
Courage

Comments

YOUR BEST SO FAR!!!

YOUR BEST SO FAR!!!

Maybe it's just my loopy 4:30 am self (was up all night editing haha) but I was totally on top of that ferris wheel with you, reaching for words out of reach. Oh, my, I loved this. EXCELLENT instinctive feel for words in this --

"With which to hypnotize
Synchronize"

And the cerebral smack made me laugh. Again, I'm loopy right now, but I think even my daytime mind would'e giggled. Great poem.

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 10/21/2016

Awwwwww

Thank you so much!!! I'm so so glad you liked it. I may try some more similar poems soon. :) thanks again for your lovely comment!!

Damaris Ann | Fri, 10/21/2016

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

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