Yes, these two words came into mind... <br />Wordpad opened again, <br />New Rich True Format Document, <br />Followed by Arial ten... <br /> <br />No text displayed as I perused, <br />The cursor blinking still... <br />In readiness for brand new words <br />My thoughts were yet to spill... <br /> <br />I typed the title, first thing done, <br />Two line gaps then the verse... <br />With not a word to lead the way, <br />It couldn't get much worse... <br /> <br />But then I thought, I'll add my name <br />And copyright as well, <br />Then type the date, as if to claim <br />There's nothing left to tell... <br /> <br />The poem stands, no words at all, <br />To summarise the theme, <br />As if the empty heart and mind <br />Had nothing there to dream... <br /> <br />But then I thought, that's such a waste! <br />I'll let the reader know, <br />That even nothing has its place <br />Before the words can flow... <br /> <br />And so, from nothing came these rhymes, <br />These thoughts upon a page, <br />Or PC screen each time I type <br />To reach another stage... <br /> <br />Who knows? The poem I write next <br />Could be a great success, <br />That may grant tremendous insight, <br />Some cherished happiness... <br /> <br />So Writer's Block, I've beaten you! <br />I've conquered every doubt! <br />God gave me something that's brand new <br />And now I've typed it out! <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writer-s-block-65/
