Stranded on school desk island
It’s lonely sitting here, moving slower than a turtle’s pace,
And no matter how I strain I can’t seem to even start this race.
A sheet of blank, lined paper staring back at my despairing face,
This is my famous speech assignment that I’d
thought I’d be so sure to ace…
And here I haven’t even started.
My thoughts are whirling round and round,
Yet still my mind won’t leave the ground.
Writers block is such a pain,
So awful that I can’t explain.
An entire hour here I’ve sat,
My ego has long since gone flat…
And my brain feels less than that.
Funny! I know that feeling. Which speech was that?
ReplyDeleteHmm, probably my first original (platform) speech.....which, come to think of it, I should probably post! Although I mostly put that in there because it fit into the poem and evened out the measure. It was actually a revision: it read differently before that but I didn't like it because it didn't seem to quite balance or sound right. I guess that this poem was really addressing writer's block in general, but then, a lot of the things I've written lately and struggled over because they matter so much ARE speeches, so I guess that it worked out okay!!:) Thanks for commenting!
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