Poetry

what it’s like to never have writer’s block

Writer’s Block

Someone asked me,
“What do you do
when writer’s block
ails you?”

I blinked, surprised.
Ideas float around me –
in my sleep, the shower,
the running path.

Poignant lines
bewitching titles
full plots –
I try to keep them.

The only thing
that blocks my way
is
Time.

a poem by stephanie sheaffer

It seems poetic

sitting there with a cup
of bitter coffee
perhaps a pastry
in a paper bag

but the barista is bold
like seventh grade
the man adjacent is
talking loudly

the doorbell jingles
to signal a new customer
someone says hello
and I lose my line

I pack up my cords
to go where I write best
an unromantic wooden table
chomping on nuts

at home