Sometimes, too often lately, <br />Now when my vocabulary <br />Has grown quite large <br />I cannot recall a specific word <br />When no other one will do. <br /> <br />It wisps about my mind <br />Like butterfly wings <br />Kissing a blind person. <br /> <br />I can feel it, almost hear it <br />But I cannot see it much less <br />Grab hold and pin it down. <br /> <br />So I ignore it, throw my thesaurus <br />At it if it’s handy hoping to down it <br />Or ask someone else to grab it <br />For me and we have a hide & seek <br />Because I can describe by its relations. <br /> <br />Or, I have to just wait, sometimes a full day, <br />For it too settle on my index finger <br />After I have forgottenI even wanted it. <br /> <br />Eventually it comes to me <br />And tickles my attention <br />And I say, “Ah, yes! ”<br /><br />Sheila Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writer-s-block-3/
