—Anonymous Movie Still
WRITER’S BLOCK
—Joseph Nolan, Stockton, CA
He could not write
....A ......
......Word.
There, he did it!
Finally.
He could not join it to
“Cannot be heard”
But then into a spasm
Went through his hand,
As though against his will,
And onto paper
Further spilled:
“Until it is spoken.”
The remainder
Of his writing
Was just a token
Of words that went
Unheard and unspoken
As though held
Down by lock
Behind his writer’s block.
He listened to
His bedroom clock
Go “tick-tock”.
And waited for his cuckoo
To pop through
The parting wooden doors
Before he felt
He could write any more
He prayed for opened doors:
Oh, for just one good idea!
Something worthwhile,
Just a little ruse
From his dearest muse,
Something, anything,
He could use!
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—Medusa, thanking Joseph Nolan for writing about that hairy demon with which we all have to struggle at one time or another…
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