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For many of us, the blank screen or page is a haunting curse. Known as the proverbial “block,” it taunts us until its not.
Tenacious peace abounds within
but the breeze wafted silk of its voice
reaches not the gravel roil of mind's madness
From where do these costumed barbs emerge
these ice encrusted mirages of sight
once fertile echoes of life's pronouncements
abundance for the imagined
satiation for resolute hope
A break in the overcast appears
our muse buoyed creation
refusing to become yet another wisp of evaporative chance
holds fast the opportunity
Voracity rains down on our resistant ceiling of fear
to imbue the quill with courage to prevail
even as stubborn imagination holds tenuous
the freedom to fail
Like dutiful sentinels
these fissions of creative will
refuse to become inert
even as weakness seeks to contain
For just as infinity knows not an end
so too the creative energy within
perceives the writer's fingers
but capricious slaves
to vision's impatience
hesitant voicing's waitfulness
insistent Time's triumphant moment
One's own summit appears in sight
a spire risen from the desert
caring not its destiny
imagining simply the ah hah
holding firm the resolve
being all one's lexicon allows
The pen touches paper
and a page's testimony releases
another moment's reckoning
forever the author's reason for living
the tomorrows of our yesterday
for respected readers of today
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I only run into the “wall” when my left arm tires after driving some time at 70 mph. As far as writing goes, the “wall” is a graffiti board for my imagination that keeps getting littered with new ideas that I have to write down to contain.
|Reviewed by Clarence Prince
|Odin Roark, "Writer's Wall" Indeed this really read like poetry at its best, especially the last verse, Well done!|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|When pen touches paper, whole new worlds can be found.|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Writers Are Not Made
They Are (Innate)Born...
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|well here we go my friend a piece to be reread again and pondered deep