blank canvas
of my writer’s mind
no gleaming white
pristine expanse
awaiting masterly placement
of one delicate
brushstroke syllable
after another
ferocious wave of curved onyx
hurls itself against sapphire twin
in mad
futile
fight for dominance
blind to the entropy
contained in this mesmerizing fluid war
fought in my crystal skull
cold white fingers
restlessly type
then un-type
words that lose meaning
the instant they appear
nothing solid
to hold on to
only viscous chaos
of my thoughts
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wow. well fucking done
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Thank you Lou– I keep exploring the edges of my writer’s block
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work that edge haha
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😉
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Not exactly writer’s block – more like a beautiful traffic jam.
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Thank you Bob– beautifully phrased.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
At BraveAndReckless, Christine Ray portrays a difficult time in a writer’s mind.
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Thank you for the kind shout out
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