Dreaded Block

Dreaded  Block
(a Villanelle)

Paralysis of thought pins back my wings.
I flounder, struggling to express myself,
but all I find are bitter, mundane things.

I have to feed the cat; the doorbell rings.
Procrastination bends my wavering will.
Paralysis of thought pins back my wings.

Sit, stare, endure; and yet the blank page stings
as I pursue the mocking, fugitive words.
All I find are bitter mundane things.

Elusive, verb and noun to shadow clings;
gather, whispering, just beyond my reach.
Paralysis of thought pins back my wings.

Creative juices, bursting through the block,
begin to catch the wayward, literary flock.
Paralysis of thought pinned back my wings
until I marshalled all those mundane things.