Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Flashing Failure

Blinking, urging, impatience,
it mocks while it insists.
I stare trying to find
the words to satisfy
its annoying persistence,
but thoughts grow silent.
The page becomes a neon sign
flashing my failure to create.
With grumbled swearing
I slam the lid on the cursor’s contempt
and walk away from its assiduous demands.

6 comments:

Tigerbrite said...

Well you did okay.
Muse was not totally missing.
Tomorrow is another day.

Mama Zen said...

Oh, I know exactly what you mean! Great write.

dunstancarter said...

Haha - I know that feeling!

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Don't force it. It will come. Even your frustration is writing.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/19/fragile-cloth-2/

Morning said...

love it.
you are such a cool talent.

Robert Lloyd said...

The cure for writers block I have been told is to write about it. You did well with this poem. I hope it got your muse flowing.