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.

Comments

Tigerbrite said…
Well you did okay.
Muse was not totally missing.
Tomorrow is another day.
Maude Lynn said…
Oh, I know exactly what you mean! Great write.
Anonymous said…
Haha - I know that feeling!
Don't force it. It will come. Even your frustration is writing.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/19/fragile-cloth-2/
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.