Writers Block

By Beeme

Wed, 17 Feb 2010
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7 comments
 

You're words that don't
rhyme, won't flow and
images that never respond
to gentle persuasion.

You're slipping between
the corridors of life that
tighten as I walk, forcing
unmeasurable pressure
against my body.

One day the fever will
pass but until then I'm
stuck in prison, praying
for liberty.

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Submitted by Kahdai on
A scary way to describe the block, very extreme. I suppose writing is more serious, to us, that we can feel so literally blocked in. Reading this really tensioned me, lovely description though Beeme dear, especially your last 6 lines! K xx

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by Beeme on
Yeah it certainly is so much stronger to us. When I get writers block feels like release has been lost as I normally write as therapy. I'm glad you enjoyed K :-) Beeme xx

k.

Submitted by Beeme on
Thankyou so much Nathan =) Beeme xx

k.

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'You're slipping between the corridors of life that tighten as I walk, forcing unmeasurable pressure against my body.' - love this stanza, Beeme! I'm so happy my poem inspired such a wonderful poem from you ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Beeme on
Aww thankyou I'm very glad you enjoyed Magic :) Beeme xx

k.

Submitted by Lennie on
Hey Beeme, As you well know i also get writers block :) really loved the poem really like the last part "I'm stuck in prison, praying for liberty" really strong words! :) Great poem! Lennie x

Lennie

Submitted by Beeme on
Thankyou Lennie, I've very happy you enjoyed. :-) Beeme XX

k.