Thursday, January 7, 2010

An Ode to Writer's Block

I love it when I don't have to think too much about writing a blog post. When Daughter One came home with a pile of poems that she wrote (and with perfect marks to boot) I was very pleased - and amazed - to find one that resonates with writers so easily. The dreaded writer's block. She gave me permission to share, so without further ado here is

Untitled - Sonnet
(I love the irony of a poem on writer's block that is called untitled!)

A never ending struggle for each word.
Plucked from the depths of confusion to see
the blinding light of day. Never been heard
for a reason. Recoiling they soon flee.

Ideas do not breed a masterpiece.
They writhe in agony, fighting for life
which cannot exist. Every thought a feast
that vultures scoop up, with no care for strife.

Every attempt is scrapped and incomplete.
Self-entombed by a message too complex.
Before it’s begun, all thought obsolete,
whatever remains will only perplex.

Time races by staring up at the clock.
Stricken by this plague that is Writers’ Block.

6 comments:

  1. Nelsa, this is fabulous. Big kudos to your daughter for articulating it so eloquently!

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  2. She's already ahead of the game. A poem about writer's block...and it's fabulous.

    You should be proud (and it's obvious you are). Congrats to you and your daughter! :)

    peace,
    Donna

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  3. Shari: On behalf of my daughter thank you! She's pretty amazing, I think.

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  4. Hi Donna! Yes I'm very proud of her. Does it show? :)

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  5. Wow- that's fantastic. She is very talented!

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  6. Thanks, Blee Bonn - she's pretty amazing, I think. She wants to be a doctor - maybe she'll write a great literary medical story one day!

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