A Writer’s Block


I shut the book, put down my pen, close the laptop and step out into the world.




My heart stirs under smooth bones, agitating calm waters.




A bird lifts from rippling glass, scattering framed images of the clouds.

Get you up.

Move you away.

Be you provoked.

I throw my hands to the sky and scream into the silence.

Urged to seek.

Reaching to discover.

Unbound to create.

Dragging a pen across paper, pressing finger tips to keys, I fracture a writer’s block.

-M.E. InkOwl


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