Anyone who writes, whether they call themselves a “Writer” or not has probably experienced this. Last night I hardly got any sleep at all because I had lots and lots of ideas for blog posts or other articles swimming around in my head….demanding my attention…rather than allowing me the bliss of sleep. Eventually around dawn I dozed off with several pieces already written…in my head anyway. Only to awaken, unrested, unrefreshed and very grumpy to find that all those brilliant ideas had evaporated into the ether and I sit frustrated in front of a blank screen. The great writers…..many of them alcoholics…..would use this enforced pause in their ability to write as an excuse to have a little drink…or two. But for me, as perverse as it may seem, I turned to poetry to break my writers block. Please forgive me…..I know not what I do. I am tired after all.
I toss and turn all night in bed,
Amid rumpled sheets all damp with sweat,
Ideas for writing swarm my head,
But morning comes and I forget ……..everything.
I sit before my keyboard,
My first coffee growing cold,
As I try to recall a single word,
Of great ideas once bold ………disappeared.
I’m angry, grumpy, tired,
If I could one idea recall,
My mind once sharp now mired,
Writers block – bricks in a wall…….inaccessible
The screens bright light taunting,
Fingers poised above the keys,
Illusive lines are haunting…. me,
Half remembered thoughts just tease…..like dreams
Ideas so clear last night,
No need to write them down,
This morning not a single bite,
I feel like such a clown……….ridiculous.
But I refuse to let it get me down,
To wallow in self pity,
So I’ll turn that frown upside down,
And jot down this little ditty.………..poetry
Or if you prefer poems that don’t rhyme (free verse)……as the words that aren’t in bold above read….
“everything disappeared,
inaccessible (to) me,
like dreams ,
ridiculous poetry.”
A Literary Bent 