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There's nothing quite so sombre
as a virgin pad of paper,
which stares upon the writer;
tantalisingly unused.

Deceptively unmoving,
but still its challenge given
to the writer, set on proving
that her mind can find the words.

And oh! To be that writer
with her pen ready, a-quiver
to lay words upon that paper,
fill it all with singing prose.

But alas, this writer's broken,
with no words worthy of speaking,
so she writes this little poem
to all sympathetic ears.
©2008-2009 =ghostlove
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Written the other day when I was decluttering and found an unused notepad...
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Nice piece :D
I know the feeling only too well.

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I know the feeling all too well. I seem to be in a rut creatively speaking.

Thanks for sharing!!!!!

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Aww I really like this :)
You`re always so good with words :)
:hug:

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^_^ Great poem. ;)

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Oh thank you, sweet jesus, for wording this so wonderfully. By some ironic twist of the universe, when one is blocked, it seems like the only thing one can write about is being blocked. I love this, it describes that feeling so perfectly.

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