Every now and then, there comes a time,

When words get stuck, the Dreadful Block,

Thoughts are like a tornado without a rhyme,

Emotions blurred, sensations stirred or disturbed...

And for a poet not to write, is like asking

for the sun not to rise or set, a pen on a tablet,

Brain constipation, Mind on eruption, a thought without a motion,

A missing core between them all, the muse's inspiration...and wing...

You can't ask a Marathon Man not to run,

It'd be like taking both his legs away,

Not for a medal, not for a title, not for a day,

So stay with me, time will come when it is gone...

 

The Writer's Block.

 

Coral 2007.

 Just trying to push through...