"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

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.


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.

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.

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