[..... writers block]
The words are reluctant.....
The words are reluctant.....
.... not showing their faces
I miss them so much.
I love my words....
... the way they play on the page
They express what I feel...
Sometimes I can't speak...
but the words that flow
will speak for me I know
But now I'm sad.....
because the words are stuck
.... blocked at the door
they mill round in confusion
.... seeking the form and shape
that gives them life and meaning
Why? (say the words)
Oh why can't we leap onto the page?
Joyfully dance round the hidden thoughts
.... and gently sing the sounds
that give life to his thinking
Perhaps his muse is far away
... perhaps her pain is holding us in chains
Release us please.... let us dance again
© Ian Croft July 2019
© Ian Croft July 2019
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