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It's No One's Fault but Your Own
Writer's block
is your brain being an old battery,
too full of internal resistance
to force another idea through it.
The power is all present,
but there is no illumination.
It is the dam on a stream.
standing against the turbulent water
that surges and bubbles,
tries to flow uphill,
going everywhere, anywhere
except straight through.
It is the fig bar
that gets caught on the last loop
of the spiral in the vending machine,
hanging like the Sword of Damocles,
throbbing with potential energy,
swaying as you curse and jostle
the impassive cabinet.
It is the warm-up poem
that hangs in blankness
with blinking cursor,
until...
tip, tap, tip
the faucet loosens
and the rattling words flow!
is your brain being an old battery,
too full of internal resistance
to force another idea through it.
The power is all present,
but there is no illumination.
It is the dam on a stream.
standing against the turbulent water
that surges and bubbles,
tries to flow uphill,
going everywhere, anywhere
except straight through.
It is the fig bar
that gets caught on the last loop
of the spiral in the vending machine,
hanging like the Sword of Damocles,
throbbing with potential energy,
swaying as you curse and jostle
the impassive cabinet.
It is the warm-up poem
that hangs in blankness
with blinking cursor,
until...
tip, tap, tip
the faucet loosens
and the rattling words flow!
There's one thing that poetry and flash fiction can do very well, and that's provide a nice crystallization of a moment in time that doesn't necessarily have earth-shattering consequences, but that really puts the reader in the frame of mind of what experiencing it is like. That's what this poem does for me. I've been there, and this nicely captures the feeling of sitting there tearing your hair out over being unable to write a single inspired thing, and then suddenly the perfect one dawns on you.
As to your structural decisions, I do think each line stops at a natural pause, and each stanza is a complete thought, but I don't think there's any implied significance to the number of lines in each.
It also seems like I'm the only consistent audience for either the poetry rounds or the She-Ra ones.
As to your structural decisions, I do think each line stops at a natural pause, and each stanza is a complete thought, but I don't think there's any implied significance to the number of lines in each.
It also seems like I'm the only consistent audience for either the poetry rounds or the She-Ra ones.
No inspiration,
forced against blank page or screen
like rusted bolt without a breaker bar...
Perhaps it's time for a break.
forced against blank page or screen
like rusted bolt without a breaker bar...
Perhaps it's time for a break.