Writers Block

In a society made of words, consumed by the media, writers block is a relevant issue. I wrote this silly poem a while ago, but at this point in time, it couldn't apply more. 

Writer’s block

Brings me back

To the time my greatest worry

Was afternoon snack-

And on the way home not to step on the crack

-For fear of breaking my mother’s back.

The words were jibber jabber, sacred jargon

And the lessons please, thank you and beg your pardon

I wish I was back in kindergarten

When roses were red

And violets were blue

Now flowers are so complex in hue

And everything seems to come back to you.

I’m out on a tangent

That’s driving me wild

The face of a woman

But the eyes of a child

I miss the days when things were mild

The sun came up and went to bed

Along with the old man who bumped his head

And blushing faces turned pink, not red

Tick tack toe troubles have faded away

Board games grow dusty, waiting for a rainy day

And building blocks sold at a yard sale in May

While the block of a writer-is here to stay.

Poetry in English Class / 2009