In lieu of the many comments here on writer’s block, I thought I’d contribute a little diddy:
Writer’s Block Sonnet
I stretch around to write a sonnet
The words I choose do come doggone it.
And what I write, I think is cool
Only makes me sound a fool
I dream & dream the day away
And claw my tongue for what to say
Cloudless stains a shining sky
Thoughts imprisoned—a mirrored-eye
But someday a stony brook might sing
Of diamonds & pearl & sea & king
And what I thought was dumb perchance
Pings and pongs to make its stance
So have your gold & have your bling
I’ll keep my looking glass—hear it sing.
December 6, 2008 at 7:04 pm
cool. perfect b/c I was just sitting down to write and felt blocked. I appreciated it more the second time I read it.
December 6, 2008 at 7:37 pm
Wonderful. It flows very easily and the rythmn is very pleasing. It perfectly a what it is like to try and pull out something when one is stuggling.
December 7, 2008 at 11:45 pm
It was an exercise in form, really…. …interesting to experience how restricted form can feel too. Yet somehow completely rewarding.