Writer’s Block

What’s to be done
when words evade
time seemed to cease
when rhymes were made,

yet endless streams
of thought pour out.
Bright suns still set
and sonnets shout

’round every bend.
A couplet’s there
behind a star
under that chair.

Free verse looms
won’t leave alone
the gusty winds
that by you moan.

When all is done
and stalling through
the poem must out
so here I spew.


3 thoughts on “Writer’s Block

  1. Nope, not quite. Long-lasting, though. This isn’t what resulted from the end of writer’s block – that’s being worked on and will hopefully be published soon.

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