left hand holdin pen
suspended
over the carcass
of unwritten poetry
scratch marks still trapped
in my head
where nothin is landin right
coffee coolin
to the right of me
with steam ghostin
off the surface
like maybe
it knows somethin I don’t
stuck here
with the water quiet
and the words quieter
just me
and a blank page
each of us darin the other
to go first
waitin…
for a flash
a flare
a gleam
a flicker
somethin
that doesn’t feel
so fuckin empty
but all I have
is this stillness
untouched caffeine
and a pen
that doesn’t wanna bleed
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Wicked writer’s block. Nicely done.
Mm hmm. Looks like you brought the beast out of its cage, tamed it and trained it.
You have forged writer’s block to a well written poem. Well done!
Never really believed in “writer’s block”. I think distraction is the greatest hindrance. Some might say it’s just emptiness waiting to be filled. I found the title intriguing and know that coffee steam ghost very well.
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Incredible imagery and wordplay my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian