POETRY
Blocked
I thresh myself here
breaking like a wave against
a hard mountain
I look around and all I see
is chaff, no wheat
no good grain at all
to craft into sustenance
I breathe, and the wind
carries it up and away
it rolls like Gideon into
someone else’s camp,
an errant pet
slipping out during a party
I put up posters
and wait for it to come back home
Weeks ago Paroma Sen published a prompt about writer’s block, which I missed but read about in a poem by Jenine Bsharah Baines. Belatedly, here is my offering!
Thank you readers, and thank you fellow writers for your constant inspiration.