Monday, February 24, 2014

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 comments:

  1. jhakkaasss poem!!! gal u inspire me to get back to my poetry days!!!

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  2. "I play with frozen letters, while my sentences stutter"...I can so relate to this writer's block...great poem.

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  3. Oh I hate it too when ink does that! Great poem!

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  4. I've felt this way too...you captured it perfectly...

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  5. Simply awesome!!!

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

    Or maybe wrong analogy ;)

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

    Updated mine. Do drop by.

    Cheers
    CRD

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  6. Beautiful one! To think of it, I have written on poet's block..

    hey u have a word captcha?

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  7. A cracking poem.........I went along the blocked line as well!

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