Writer’s block




A cerebral cortex hindered creativity flow

Blocking the stream of words in a row

Spirals of disjointed fragments will not grow

Emotions with meaning trickle slow

Inner turmoil must be at a low

Once a raging river of feelings over flowed

Now a trickling river only shows

Imagination must be blocked,  I do not know

Maybe a  stick of dynamite could break and blow

Once the levy is broke, caution to the wind I throw

Running freely once again, words finally will have a glow

Peaceful creativity bestowed