I’m working on a poetry piece at the moment, it’s called ‘Whatever Happened to Writer’s Block?’
It goes a bit like this.
Whatever happened to Writer’s Block?
And, then I’m struggling for the next line.
Perhaps something about a Grandfather clock
That strikes the hour
Only at ten to nine –
Which is strange.
Or maybe a few rhymes about all the times I’ve lost my favourite sock – and, yes, I know, who can have just one favourite sock? Well, I can.
I’m that sort of man.
Anyway, I got as far as that first line
Then had to resign myself
To the probable outcome
Of my never finishing that poetic gem – no matter how much I try.
Unfinished Poems from
Yes, I ‘am’ one of them.
So, if you have any ideas that will help me to break through
Writer’s Block, I would be much obliged to you.
In the meantime
I shall just sit here and consider this ancient nautical rhyme.