Poet’s Block

Words.

Words crash together,

Come through my pen,

Spilling onto the virgin page,

Mixing together into a nonsensical jumble

Of thoughts and lines and images.

A poem.

A poem will not be forced.

The words slowly transform,

Grow,

Blend together into a

living,

breathing,

organism.

From chaos comes creation.

Verse from mess.

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One thought on “Poet’s Block

  1. This is so true… When the jumble in your head comes out so beautifully on paper… And yet there are times when despite all the clarity of thought you just can’t word them together…

    It’s very well written.

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