Blanc

“You can’t think yourself out of a writing block,
you have to write yourself out of a thinking block.”

— John Rogers


“…a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping…”
— Paul Simon

 
Here I lean upon my open hands, warm against my temple, elbows locked solid on my cluttered desk. My eyes, aflame with spoiled sleep, stare into the void. My skull is heavy on my finger bones, weighted by indecision, as procrastination presses down.

Oh fickle muse, fickle muse — where the hell art thou muse! Damnit, I seek your inspiration, to at last be moved by you. Instead, the hum of my desk fan drones relentlessly in my ears — impossible to ignore, no matter how I try. This writer’s block be cursed, I will not wear it like an itching skin!

My thoughts, like digits on a dollar slot, spin unfocused in my mind. they neither click nor lock in place. They just tumble in a jumble, rolling in a blur — indecipherable! Lost in this mental fog, I’m sunken in my writer’s chair, immobile. I am paralyzed by perplexity, imprisoned by the chaos awhirl in my mind. The freedom of decision I fear this night will not be mine

where are you sweet words
to give life to my vision
this blanc page mocks me

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

28 thoughts on “Blanc”

  1. Pure fiction, and damned well written. You mentioned at my site, volume of work vs. excellence–the mootest of all points.
    Your “WRITER” seems to have the classic block, beginning to fear the “Blanc” Page. For me a blank page is like a woman calling you to her bed.

    1. Everything I write is mostly truth, but partly fiction. After all, I am a writer. I hear ya my friend. A blanc (white) page to me is like a very uncomfortable silence — something that demands words.

  2. Seems I’ve always been compelled to say something on paper ever since I can remember. Pity my children when they attempt to sort it all out!! You seem never at a loss for the eloquence of words, my friend.

  3. Rob, I can definitely relate to this, especially when I’m trying to sleep.
    “My thoughts, like digits on a dollar slot, spin unfocused in my mind. they neither click nor lock in place. They just tumble in a jumble, rolling in a blur — indecipherable!”

  4. This is a terrible feeling… I have never experienced it since I only write on a computer… but then I would check out webpages or youtube videos instead.

    1. I compose only digitally as well Bjorn. My brain is always screaming at me, spewing words snd thoughts, so letting them spill out, good or bad, through my fingers has seldom, if ever, been an issue — but I can imagine such frustration.

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