Poem: Writers Block
Pen paralyzed
on the page
The words will not come
the images remain stubborn
not wanting
to be transferred onto paper.
Imagination
fails me
The memory of your lips
your smile
your laughter
dim behind an invisible wall
even though
I see your visage
every day.
The colors are muted
my brush freezes
with indecision
Why am I blocked
from the flow
from which
I hone my craft?
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