Today's installment is for all my writer friends. If you've ever called yourself a writer, you've probably experienced writer's block. You know the agony of staring at a blank sheet of white paper or the glow of an empty computer screen. While this missive may not help you tame your own writer's block, perhaps we can gather here for a virtual commiseration of that pain we all experience at some point. Then again, maybe a kernel of something here will resonate with you ... and send you flying to grab your pen and get some thoughts down on paper.
Below I am sharing a poem I penned some years ago. It was born from the angst of an aspiring young writer. I was struggling to produce a work of poetry, but the words and inspiration just weren't there. I fought for days, searching for my muse. Finally, I just let it rest. A day or so later, an early iteration of the following poem came to me. In the end, my writer's block was my inspiration.
I polished and refined the piece some years later for a creative writing class in college. Today I share that poem with you and salute another teacher who inspired me and guided my creativity to help me discover what was hiding just beneath the surface. She encouraged me to reach and dream. Betty Nelson, this one's for you. I hope you're enjoying your well-deserved retirement.
Below I am sharing a poem I penned some years ago. It was born from the angst of an aspiring young writer. I was struggling to produce a work of poetry, but the words and inspiration just weren't there. I fought for days, searching for my muse. Finally, I just let it rest. A day or so later, an early iteration of the following poem came to me. In the end, my writer's block was my inspiration.
I polished and refined the piece some years later for a creative writing class in college. Today I share that poem with you and salute another teacher who inspired me and guided my creativity to help me discover what was hiding just beneath the surface. She encouraged me to reach and dream. Betty Nelson, this one's for you. I hope you're enjoying your well-deserved retirement.
 | When caged words sing I wish that I could let them out These beasts that storm and stalk about If only I could find the key To turn the lock, I'd set them free Set them free by pen on page From deep inside this troubled cage Where they struggle deep within Trying hard above the din Of restless thoughts and untold dreams ... to escape © Diane Hughes. All Rights Reserved. |
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