Saturday, April 06, 2013

Finding The Words

The words don't want to come
I can't find them in the haze
When I try to think I just feel dumb
Instead of filling the paper, I sit in silence filling ashtrays
Where have the words gone off to
When they're here their in abundance
But, then they leave, my thoughts can't seem to breakthrough
To a writer, writers block is such a hindrance


  1. Hello! I like your poem, and I know how you feel!!

    Happy A to Z-ing! from Laura Marcella @ Wavy Lines

    1. Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. I wanted my 'F' to be a short story that I am working on but it just wouldn't come. In my frustration I wrote this.

  2. I have yet to experience writer's block to the point where I can't write anything, but it drives me bonkers when there's a word just on the tip of my brain and it won't come out!

    Have fun with a-z.

  3. Hello from the A to Z. Great poem for all those times when there is nothing beyond a blank page. Happy A to Zing.
    A2Z Mommy And What’s In between

  4. Oh yes, I know exactly what you mean and almost had a 'moment' myself in the past few days. Another great poem. You are really good at this :)

    1. Thanks, I appreciate you saying that.

  5. Hello, I'm dropping in from the A-Z.

    Good idea,to write a poem when the story lines just won't flow.
    Thing is though, a poem is a little story in itself so perhaps you have managed to get through the block for now?

    Good luck with your A-Zedding


  6. Maybe G will hit the spot and bring with it an adundance of words and thoughts.

    May the writing muse return for you
    As there's still a lot of posts to get through
    Work that keyboard you will see
    It's no more complicated than A, B C!

    All the best for the rest of the Challege.

    1. Very clever poem. I hope it works its magic on me.

  7. i have no creativity when it comes to poetry. I leave that to my daughter. However, she is 17 and it is mostly about the rain in her empty soul.

    Dropping in from A to Z Challenge. It's my first year participating.

    Brett Minor
    Transformed Nonconformist

    1. Well, as I remember it, 17 is a rain in your empty soul kind of time.