writing for good
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
