Edward James - Writer's Block

I sit down peacefully with my book.
Upon the blank page I look.
As i tap my pen patiently, patiently,
Patiently waiting in my writing nook.

Soon ideas I begin to see,
Like ships setting out to sea;
And as my pen moves they flow, flow,
Flow graciously out of me.

But today is not the same.
Ideas are stuck in my brain,
As i sit and think, think,
Think of something lame.

And it is to my simple shock,
That i have no ideas in stock,
For today I'm afraid I'm stuck, stuck,
Stuck in a writer's block.

Edward James

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