You're words that don't
rhyme, won't flow and
images that never respond
to gentle persuasion.
You're slipping between
the corridors of life that
tighten as I walk, forcing
unmeasurable pressure
against my body.
One day the fever will
pass but until then I'm
stuck in prison, praying
for liberty.
Comments
Kahdai | February 17, 2010 - 21:22
A scary way to describe the block, very extreme. I suppose writing is more serious, to us, that we can feel so literally blocked in. Reading this really tensioned me, lovely description though Beeme dear, especially your last 6 lines! K xx
Beeme | February 18, 2010 - 10:43
Yeah it certainly is so much stronger to us. When I get writers block feels like release has been lost as I normally write as therapy. I'm glad you enjoyed K :-)
Beeme xx
Nathan Bednarek | February 18, 2010 - 15:15
Yes, a very powerful and unique way to address this 'theme'. You truly capture a poet's need to write and the cruel emotion of being unable to do it.
A brilliant poem in my humble opinion, well done.
Nathan.
Beeme | February 18, 2010 - 16:09
Thankyou so much Nathan =)
Beeme xx
MistakenMagic | February 18, 2010 - 19:06
'You're slipping between
the corridors of life that
tighten as I walk, forcing
unmeasurable pressure
against my body.'
- love this stanza, Beeme! I'm so happy my poem inspired such a wonderful poem from you ;)
Magic xxx
Beeme | February 19, 2010 - 13:18
Aww thankyou I'm very glad you enjoyed Magic :)
Beeme xx
Lennie | February 20, 2010 - 17:02
Hey Beeme,
As you well know i also get writers block :) really loved the poem really like the last part "I'm stuck in prison, praying for liberty" really strong words! :)
Great poem!
Lennie x
Beeme | February 22, 2010 - 07:33
Thankyou Lennie, I've very happy you enjoyed. :-)
Beeme XX