Writer’s Block

The blank screen

looms large

stark

cold

reproachful

the curser blinks

steadily

rapid fire pulse on a heart monitor

reflecting heightened anxiety

signal light before changing lanes

abruptly into oncoming traffic

has fertile mind been reduced to sterile

empty page

wiped clean of any feeling

any life

by bleach

or has blizzard of thoughts

finally achieved white-out conditions?

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

 

24 comments

      1. Thank you for your candor, Christine. But you know inspiration is one of the most beautiful gifts a poet can give another. I am overjoyed that it sparked a new fire for you!!! 🙂

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