Pantoum for Writer's Cramp; feeling blocked by the anti-writer! |
I lift my pencil, eyes unfocused: fuzzy, wild, waiting For inspiration lying dormant deep inside my head And I recognize a feeling rising: irritated, hating But I’d rather just surrender to a TV show instead. For inspiration lying dormant deep inside my head, I’d give all the tea in China to discover the right words But I’d rather just surrender to a TV show instead (Maybe something on Discovery about endangered birds). I’d give all the tea in China to discover the right words - Something genius, something lovely, wonderful and pure. Maybe something on Discovery about endangered birds Would help me write my poem; it can’t hurt, now, that’s for sure! Something genius, something lovely, wonderful and pure Is crouching round the corner of my blocked and blurry mind To help me write my poem; it can’t hurt, now, that’s for sure! I hear its laughing; mocking me, derisive and unkind. It’s crouching round the corner of my blocked and blurry mind And I recognize a feeling rising: irritated, hating; I hear its laughing; mocking me, derisive and unkind. I lift my pencil, eyes unfocused: fuzzy, wild, waiting. |