Thursday, February 9, 2012

Writer's Block



Come out of that crawl space
you formed in your head
glide past with purpose
your unmade bed.

Cut swath through the clutter
of  loved ones’ play
shrug them off kindly
lay claim to your day.

Sit down in the sunbeam
that shines on the floor
move pen across paper
behind a closed door.
             Now.
                         Write.     

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

love it!
(Did it help?)

April said...

Pretty!