In lieu of the many comments here on writer’s block, I thought I’d contribute a little diddy:

Writer’s Block Sonnet

I stretch around to write a sonnet
The words I choose do come doggone it.

And what I write, I think is cool
Only makes me sound a fool

I dream & dream the day away
And claw my tongue for what to say

Cloudless stains a shining sky
Thoughts imprisoned—a mirrored-eye

But someday a stony brook might sing
Of diamonds & pearl & sea & king

And what I thought was dumb perchance
Pings and pongs to make its stance

So have your gold & have your bling
I’ll keep my looking glass—hear it sing.

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  • shane

    It was an exercise in form, really…. …interesting to experience how restricted form can feel too. Yet somehow completely rewarding.

  • Kelly Kirsch

    Wonderful. It flows very easily and the rythmn is very pleasing. It perfectly a what it is like to try and pull out something when one is stuggling.

  • Oona Edmands

    cool. perfect b/c I was just sitting down to write and felt blocked. I appreciated it more the second time I read it.