Saturday, September 27, 2008

writer's block

once there was a girl who lived in a closet.

no light, no fresh air, only daily food that sustained her.

she was locked in.

on lock-down

no crack of light invited her from the door

no way out

what is there to explore in the dark?

on lock-down

her thoughts are frozen

oh to think

to think

of what?

all is dark

all is quiet

there is nothing

to see

to feel

to smell

nothing new

have to get out

there is a door

how will she open it?

she must... think

though it seems forever since she has done this

have to get out

turn the knob

the door is no more

darkness dissipates and her eyes adjust to the new world

the barrier is gone

she sees

she feels

rain sun light color vibrancy texture soft hard green pink blue white red brown airplane car

all is beautiful when you have been in the dark for so long

my writer's block is gone....

2 comments:

daydreamer said...

this is really good.

mike said...

I'm glad that you are attempting poetry. Try some more of it.

Also, let me see some of the shadow in you...I know it's in there somewhere!