No First Ink
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, courage, dark, humor noir, mystery, photo, prayer, satire, stream of consciousness, suspense, wisdom
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cool against my temple
elbow solid on my cluttered desk
eyes droop and flicker
aflame with spoiled sleep
face slacked
head now dropped
held in my hands
heavy with confusion
skull upon the finger bones
in weighted indecision
procrastination presses down
I seek weightless inspiration
to be lifted by my muse
instead
the hum of cooling bytes
drones relentless in my ears
impossible to ignore
thoughts like digits on a dollar slot
spin unsettled in my mind
they neither click nor lock in place
they tumble in a jumble
to roll and blur just out of focus
lost in mental fog
sunken in my writer’s chair
I remain immobile
paralyzed by perplexity
imprisoned by the chaos
awhirl in my mind
the freedom of decision
impossible to manage
I fear nothing will be writ
no first ink will be shed this day
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rob kistner © 2010
May 13th, 2010 at 7:25 am
Wonderful lines about a scary affliction that can strike us all.
May 13th, 2010 at 10:06 am
Very well written. We’ve all been there at one time or another.
-Tim
http://timremp.blogspot.com/2010/05/adepta-sororitas.html
May 15th, 2010 at 5:42 pm
and yet…here you are! I love it when you turn writers block into writers muse! Loved it Rob - we have all been there.
May 16th, 2010 at 4:07 pm
Love the description, and ‘tumble in a jumble’ is a belting line.