Words they escape me
They fall from my mind
Can be heard by the deaf
And be seen by the blind
They float to the ground
And they smash on a rock
They shatter like splinters
I have writers block
I go to the cupboard
And get out a brush
But before I can sweep up
It all turns to mush
Another one falls
I grab in mid air
The word crushed in fist
I pull at my hair
The dark recesses of my
Mind is left dense
Whatever I pluck at
Just does not make sense
What used to come to me
With the greatest of ease
Refuses to budge
No matter how teased
So stick my head on the
Writer’s chopping block
And guillotine from me
Those words to unlock
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry
PoetryMy Mind, My Work, My Love, My Lust, My Dish, My Dirt, My Chalk, My Cheese, My Passion, My Pain, My Ass, Your Face!
