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
to give life to my vision
this blanc page mocks me
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
Could not be more clearly expressed, Rob.
Great throughout, but the closing para & especially the haiku is WOWZA.
Ron, I blush… but thank you very much!
This blank page has drawn fitting words to fill it.
Thank you Ken! 🙂
Writers block a rock tumbler of words that have yet to shine!
Great Haibun Rob.
I like that Dwight, a lot!
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.
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.
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.
🙂 …thank you for the kind words Bev.
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!”
I hear you Lisa. My mind beginning to act that way, even when I am not trying to write.
To write is to bring order out of the chaos…you expressed the frustration of chaotic thoughts and jumbled words!
Order from chaos, at least that used to be the goal — until Trump and his mob!
The frustration is so real in your text and the invocation in your haiku flows nicely.
Enjoyed the music video
Much love…
Thank you Gillena, much love to you! 🙂
A wonderfully imaginative description of writer’s block, Rob!
Thank you Ingrid… 🙂
I fine bit of writing with not a hint of battling that “blanc” page.
🙂
Rob,
“I will not wear it like an itching skin”: perfectly describes the frustration of the malady.
pax,
dora
Frustration!
This made me chuckle – I love the change in tone here, Rob!
-David
Well, sometimes you gotta be bold… 🙂
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.
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.
All too real…just all too real…
Thankfully, it is for me a rare experience Ain.