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

 

 

Dave Douglas © 2011