No First Ink

Offered in response to prompt #136 at One Single Impression,
and in response to prompt #73 on Carry On Tuesday,
also in response to prompt #189 at Three Word Wednesday.




No First Ink

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I lean upon my folded fist
cool against my temple
elbow solid on my cluttered desk

eyes droop and flicker
aflame with spoiled sleep

face slacked
head now dropped
held in my hands
heavy with confusion

skull upon the finger bones
in weighted indecision
procrastination presses down

where art thou muse
I seek weightless inspiration
to be lifted up by you

instead
the hum of cooling bytes
drones relentless in my ears
impossible to ignore
no matter how I try

thoughts like digits on a dollar slot
spin unsettled in my mind
they neither click nor lock in place
they tumble in a jumble
to roll and blur just out of focus
lost in mental fog

sunken in my writer’s chair
I remain immobile
paralyzed by perplexity
imprisoned by the chaos
awhirl in my mind

the freedom of decision
impossible to manage

I fear nothing will be writ
no first ink will be shed this day

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rob kistner © 2010


32 thoughts on “No First Ink”

  1. and yet…here you are! I love it when you turn writers block into writers muse! Loved it Rob – we have all been there.

  2. You give clear poetic voice to such days… sigh…. first ink reminds me of the phrase first blood. Mental blocks can be painful, especially when in the habit of writing each day. cheers, Rob. Excellent work!

  3. i like this – and can relate …I seek weightless inspiration…yeah – inspiration that just flows effortless…most of the time my inspiration flows when i’m biking or walking…my muse needs fresh air..great one shot!

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