Blank screen
looks reproachfully at me
You are a writer it says
So write
I rub stiff hands
Tender wrists
Sore knees
Knead knots in my back
Feel weight of mental fog
pushing down
suspending my thoughts
like bees in liquid amber
I’m blocked I retort
Too tired
Too much pain
Too fuzzy
Blank screen raises eyebrow
That never stopped you before
Are you having a pity party this morning? it asks
Or are you just avoiding something?
Damn screen
Who asked you anyway?
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
I know the feeling😫
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Sorry! Sucks, doesn’t it?
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Yes! The only consolation is that it happens to all of us now and again!
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All too familiar. Screens and blank notebook pages ask the rudest questions
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No manners at all! 😉
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The screen does seem to have learned from its parent, the blank sheet of paper how to be a brutal, tough love, wise ass. Sorry you’re having pain.
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The pain goes with the territory. However, the screen doesn’t need to be such a smart ass about it! 😉
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – conversation with a screen
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OMG, Christine! This was just Amazingly Stunning! I so loved the whole topic, concept and your wonderful (as usual) execution!! I’m so glad to learn that I’m not the only one that hears voices, from the screen and other places and sources!! Don’t you hate it, not only that they are poking you about writing, but being a smartass about it too??? So Delightful!!! Bellissimo, Christine, Bellissimo!
xoxo
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I am so glad you enjoyed this Chuck. Thanks for stopping by!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Don’t Miss This amazing poem by Christine on what all writers face – BLOCKED
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