Writer’s Block

Words have seeped through
the parchment, unread,
and tears had remained, unshed.

Yet under the flickering light
I play with frozen letters,
while my sentences stutter.

A bottleneck of memories
have clutched my mind,
like a shadow, lurking behind.

My ink is no longer faithful,
it has turned stone, long ago,
while I await for it to flow.

Poet’s Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn 

9 thoughts on “Writer’s Block

  1. Simply awesome!!!

    Maybe our creativity's like a wasted pencil that we are too lazy to sharpen sometimes.

    Or maybe wrong analogy πŸ˜‰

    First time here. Not the last for sure. Blogrolling you.

    Updated mine. Do drop by.


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