I think the words are on strike, they are not working…
They have left me, again.
Are they all on vacation? Or maybe just sleeping in…
They hide beneath my bed and try to trip me when I get up.
I hear their giggles under there
But they are too fast, I can’t catch them!
They refuse to come out and play but stick their little feet out from under the door
Just to tease me!
I caught a glimpse of them outside early this morning,
Sneakily running through the garden heading for the woods…
Those little rascals, I’ll have to take a walk to the brook later
And round them up and put them back to work.
They can’t hide from me forever, although sometimes it seems like they can…
Silly words.
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Love this take on writer’s block! Sometimes, the words really feel like they’re hiding from you and doing their best to play instead of work 😉
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Totally get this! Yep, sometimes the emotion is all there, and it just won’t turn into words. I find sometimes I can write prose, not poetry at all, and sometimes I can’t write anything but poetry. Whatever. Sometimes I can’t write at all, and sometimes I can’t stop. I think you caught them though, lol. Seems like they’re back. ♥
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yes, the slippery little buggers!!! 🙂 hugs
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