A Writer's Plight






Feeling stuck and at a loss
I stare at the screen in dismay,
Writer’s block makes me cross
I can’t think of what to say,

Does anyone notice if I write?
Does anyone feel my despair?
Does anyone understand my plight?
Does anyone really care?

My muse has left me in a lurch
I’ve gotten right off track,
Like a lone bird on a perch
I wait for my muse to come back,

My muse is goofing off again
She likes to taunt and tease,
Like a stopping starting rain
Or a fleeting breeze,

My muse was out dancing on the lawn
Now she’s gone on a shopping spree,
Muses can’t be counted on
I have to count on me,

Maybe I don’t need the muse
I’ve found my writer’s voice,
All I have to do is choose
And be positive in my choice,  

Tap, tap, tap, I start to write
I let go of fear and guilt
Little by little, my writing takes flight
Gold nuggets emerge from the silt.

Comments

  1. Shailaja VOctober 27, 2015 at 9:00 AM

    And you were worried nothing would come of it. See what happens when you sit down and write? It's gorgeous, your poetry :)

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2015 at 5:10 AM

      Thanks, Shailaja. Feels good to be writing again.

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  2. Shilpa GupteOctober 27, 2015 at 9:51 AM

    Wow! Cat, do you really require a muse? You have the magic in your fingers, and your superbly imaginative and creative mind! I am the one who needs the muse! :-) As Shailaja said, your poetry is simply gorgeous! <3

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2015 at 5:10 AM

      Thanks, Shilpa. So kind of you to say about the magic in my fingers. That's so cute! And I think your writing is great. Let's keep urging each other on!

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  3. UnknownOctober 27, 2015 at 1:55 PM

    I'm glad you found your voice, Cat! Lovely to read you again. :)

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  4. UnknownOctober 27, 2015 at 6:22 PM

    This is great. You have captured the essence of writer's block with this poem. It is how I feel often. Occasionally I can whip something up...but the ole block grips me often.

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2015 at 5:12 AM

      Thanks, Kathy. I guess writer's block is something every writer feels now and then though some scoff and say there is no such thing and to just write. Sometimes it's not that easy and there are other issues in the way. That's been my case this fall with my son's illness.

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  5. Debbie D. October 27, 2015 at 8:23 PM

    You have nothing to worry about, Cathy! Another great poem flows from your fingers. Applause, applause! ☺

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2015 at 5:12 AM

      Thanks so much, Debbie. Appreciate the support!

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  6. Boisterous BeeOctober 28, 2015 at 12:53 AM

    What a wonderful poem it is.. and the writer's block., it hits all of us.. and only we can end it!

    Cheers

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2015 at 5:13 AM

      Thanks, Geets. Yes, only we can end writer's block. So true. Just like we are responsible for our own happiness. It's up to us.

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  7. RajlakshmiOctober 28, 2015 at 2:09 AM

    I don't think you even need a muse... absolutely love your style of writing... so effortlessly you rhyme :)

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    1. UnknownOctober 29, 2015 at 5:14 AM

      Thanks, Raj. Very kind of you to say. Means a lot to have the support of blogging friends.

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  8. AditiOctober 29, 2015 at 10:36 AM

    No muse required Cat! What a beautiful and well crafted poem, one that all writers would be able to relate to! Lovely! :)

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  9. Vidya SuryNovember 8, 2015 at 9:42 PM

    And what a beautiful poem Cat! Obviously you just have to resort to verse - you wonderful poet you! What are you worried about? :)

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