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Writers Block
I turned the corner
and there it was!
a row of houses
each filled with imagination
I scribbled down the street
held by a free-hand –
a life of permanence
unable to erase memories
I skipped up the steps
only to discover a locked door –
a repeated occurrence
even at the last attempted point
I exclaimed at the threshold
of a lost original thought
to be formed somewhere inside
the living spaces of tomorrow
yes – there I was! on Writers Block –
a neighborhood of experiences
marked by errors and flowing ideas
if only I had the courage to knock
© David A. Douglas
and there it was!
a row of houses
each filled with imagination
I scribbled down the street
held by a free-hand –
a life of permanence
unable to erase memories
I skipped up the steps
only to discover a locked door –
a repeated occurrence
even at the last attempted point
I exclaimed at the threshold
of a lost original thought
to be formed somewhere inside
the living spaces of tomorrow
yes – there I was! on Writers Block –
a neighborhood of experiences
marked by errors and flowing ideas
if only I had the courage to knock
© David A. Douglas
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