Poetry: Writer's Block
Jun. 10th, 2008 04:42 pmYou know how they say when you're stuck in your writing to just write anything, just keep your pen moving, even if it's nothing other than, "gah, why can't I think of anything?" over and over? Had a moment like that today, and it spawned poetry, of all things! Once again a pantoum, which is probably my favorite form.
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Writer's Block
What to write about?
This isn't what I should be doing right now;
There are files to tidy and documents to scan,
But I can't seem to concentrate.
This isn't what I should be doing right now,
Doodling while I wait for inspiration to strike,
But I can't seem to concentrate.
Haven't been able to concentrate for a few years now.
Doodling while I wait for inspiration to strike,
Half-formed thoughts flit through my mind.
Haven't been able to concentrate for a few years now.
Did pregnancy hormones fry my brain?
Half-formed thoughts flit through my mind.
I used to be so clever and prolific,
Did pregnancy hormones fry my brain?
Other women seem to manage all right.
I used to be so clever and prolific,
Back in high school I was always writing something.
Other women seem to manage all right;
I should be able to do this.
Back in high school I was always writing something.
Now I'm juggling a child and a job.
I should be able to do this,
But I'm so busy being busy that I end up doing nothing.
Now I'm juggling a child and a job:
There are files to tidy and documents to scan,
But I'm so busy being busy that I end up doing nothing.
What to write about?
~*~
Writer's Block
What to write about?
This isn't what I should be doing right now;
There are files to tidy and documents to scan,
But I can't seem to concentrate.
This isn't what I should be doing right now,
Doodling while I wait for inspiration to strike,
But I can't seem to concentrate.
Haven't been able to concentrate for a few years now.
Doodling while I wait for inspiration to strike,
Half-formed thoughts flit through my mind.
Haven't been able to concentrate for a few years now.
Did pregnancy hormones fry my brain?
Half-formed thoughts flit through my mind.
I used to be so clever and prolific,
Did pregnancy hormones fry my brain?
Other women seem to manage all right.
I used to be so clever and prolific,
Back in high school I was always writing something.
Other women seem to manage all right;
I should be able to do this.
Back in high school I was always writing something.
Now I'm juggling a child and a job.
I should be able to do this,
But I'm so busy being busy that I end up doing nothing.
Now I'm juggling a child and a job:
There are files to tidy and documents to scan,
But I'm so busy being busy that I end up doing nothing.
What to write about?