Writers Block, a poem by Dave Douglas


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

Dave Douglas is an avid cyclist and poet, and he may be reached at carpevelo@gmail.com