Writer’s block is an artist’s mite;
Tumbleweed blowing in the wind.
The malicious blank canvas grinned,
He cocked his head, and laughed in spite.
Who transmitted this parasite?
I want my thoughts to merge and mesh,
Creating poems filled with flesh.
Who ran away with my ideas?
This has confirmed all of my fears.
I buffer when I press refresh.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #12 found here
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This one should hit home for everyone reading this blog. Not just the poets out there. Of course this NEVER EVER NEVER happens to me. (So what if I didn’t write for 4 years.)
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I kinda like it. 🙂 Hope you don’t mind the reblog.
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I’m honoured 😊 thank you! You stopped writing for four years?! Glad you found your feet again!!
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After I wrote my book, the experience doing that and full time blogging was too much. I was blogging weekends as well. Thus FULL TIME. And there were upwards of 50 people doing the Haiku challenge, and I would do a weekend review post with links to each one and comments about each one.
Thanks for the gladness. 🙂
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Ah that makes sense! I’m really enjoying your challenges ✨
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Make sure to check on any comments over there on the post. Sometimes people leave them there instead of the original post. It gets me a lot of likes and views. 🙂 But I want the real author to get the love.
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Will do, thanks! 😊
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I like it when thoughts merge and mesh.
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Thank you ✨
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AMAZING WORK
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Thank you! 😊
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