Friday, October 4, 2019

Freeze

It's more than fearsome
when you freeze
in the midst of writing out your piece

When an idea that had
unfolded so vividly,
is now met with words that cease.

It's a stall, it's a block,
it's everything you'd not like to meet,
For a freeze in your writing
makes you frozen in your seat.

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Freeze

Nobody's Park

(Sung to the tune of Nobody's Child) As I was slowly passing A busy town one day I lingered for a moment To watch people on...