I know we have all done it, <br />sat in front of a pristine white sheet of paper <br />and got ready to write something down, <br />and then we are confronted <br />with the blank page blues. <br />The words of inspiration <br />then scurry and hide away. <br />You are left with pen in hand, <br />scratching your head <br />wondering what to say. <br />There is no cure for this syndrome; <br />writers get it all the time. <br />Some call it a writer’s block, <br />when nothing comes into your head. <br />You sit in front of a blank page. <br />You know what you want to write, <br />then someone disturbs you <br />and the words disappear out of sight. <br />How many times have we had that? <br />We sit down to write our masterpiece <br />and the telephone rings, <br />or someone shouts your dinner is getting cold. <br />You feel like screaming, <br />but you take it on the chin. <br />You lay down your pen, <br />answer the phone or have your dinner, <br />and when you come back, <br />the blank page confronts you. <br />Still you cannot write anything on it. <br />You stare at it for hours, <br />until finally you get tired <br />and journey off to bed. <br />Hoping and hoping tomorrow <br />a little peace, it will bring <br />and your words on that blank page <br />will really begin to sing. <br /> <br />10 May 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blank-page-blues/
