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A poem about a bad night of writing.
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I sit at the table and stare into space
Alone with the thoughts I can’t put into place
Beside me, a pencil and a loose-leaf sheet
Yet, hours have passed; my idea incomplete
A thousand words have swirled freely in my head
And at this late moment, I should be in bed
But, here I will stay ‘til the last line is penned
For reasons I may not ever comprehend.
I look at the clock, now a quarter past one
Then, gaze at my document, still far from done
“Should I start this over?” I ask myself why
As the wind tries to sing me a lullaby
The words I have chosen, though straight from my heart
Seem to have no meaning; their flow falls apart
So, in a split second, they are trash can bound
Another case in the dilemma I’ve found.
I rest my head briefly; then, take a clean page
The words in my brain, still spinning in a rage
My heart is entangled in a bout of will
Since this sheet of paper, I so long to fill
Soon, the daylight breaks and I have yet to sleep
I concede this challenge as one I can’t keep
I turn off the light, fluff my pillow and doze
The paper bereft of the lines I compose.
© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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| Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen |
8/16/2007 |
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This one I can relate to thank you for sharing this
God Bless
Michelle~ |
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| Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk |
8/15/2007 |
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| Jill, this was fabulous, thanks for writing about the many times we as writers have had many thoughts to unscrable...loved the flow of all you work Jill, shows the talent of a very well read poet...hugs, Peggy |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
8/13/2007 |
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| A beautiful write-such a deep line.."The paper bereft of the lines I compose." |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
8/13/2007 |
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Oh yes Jill we have all for sure been through the writers block, but the more we try the harder it comes, so we take a break and guess what , there it is as plain as day, so we set our pen to paper and watch what flows from it. Amazing. I love your writes Jill. Thank you for sharing.
Rose |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
8/13/2007 |
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Writer's block happens to the best, but I don't see how it could happen in your case: you never cease to amaze and inspire with perfect rhyming lines. Well done, Jill.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
8/12/2007 |
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Without the absence of words at times, we would not truly appreciate the words given to us by our muses that go together so well...
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
8/12/2007 |
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I can't believe it happened to you because you always write with ease. Like you always say, it is a fictional situation that you ae writing so easily about. ;-)
Ron |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
8/12/2007 |
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Sometimes we just have to let go and wait...Excellent poem!
ET |
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| Reviewed by Lew Duffey |
8/12/2007 |
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WRITERS BLOCK!
It can drive you crazy, no?
But you penned a great descriptive poem.
God Bless,
Lew |
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