Today I wanted to be creative.
I wanted the words to flow
Four am wake ups from rogue ideas
And conceded scribbles to bribe back sleep.
I needed the clatter of keyboards
Rattling my mind for the last drops
Waiting for the final thunk of gold
The smudges of ink that pulled a chapter whole.
Instead I got the crumpled paper
Of half hearted attempts to write.
Jottings, notes and contradicting plots
Which spin webs of confusion in my mind.
Works that once seemed good
Fractured beneath my own acid gaze.
I’m supposed to be a writer
Why can I not pin you down?
Where’s my sledge hammer for this block?
How do you bury my words so far beneath ground?
Writing and Works 
Dear Carol,
I’ve heard about your Henry Granger & think it’s absolutley hearious.. Nice 1 babe,
John.
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You’re very talented…don’t rush your muse, it will come . Your flow will be wrecked often, but keep-a-going! btw, thanks for liking my post at clara54>
Thank you for the kind words and you’re very welcome. 🙂
I feel the same way, writer’s block has ended the life of many of my characters.