Request for a poem about an exhaused writer. It’s about sleepy writers.

Day after day time goes by faster than the day before.

Words use to attach themselves to our keyboard.

Never for a loss of words.

Now! Words seem to fade the creative mind.

Why! Must the mind feel stuck?

 Is it fear that’s afraid to speak?

Pages fill with exhaustion until we find the right a way.

The right way to turn onto the right path again.

Then shall we open our writing pen once more.

The pen is open for further discussion,

around every corner and every door.

 

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  • CHAN LEE PENG on Aug 5, 2009

    When you opn up your mind, you won’t face a writer’s block. Great piece, thanks and have my liked it.

  • Christine Ramsay on Aug 5, 2009

    A heartfelt poem. I have just come back from a short break because of writers block. That was just what I needed. Hopefully I am back in full flow now. Good work.

    Christine

  • PR Mace on Aug 5, 2009

    Well done as it speaks for all writers. I find it amazing how I can sit a write an entire story in an hour, such as, ” The Dime Angel” and others I will have an idea but they just will not come. I have several partial stories in the works. I work a while and then stop and go back.

  • clay hurtubise on Aug 5, 2009

    Good piece. Find what ever works for you.
    Thanks,
    Clay

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