Block (A Poem)


The blank page and I stare each other down

With mutual distrust and wariness,

Renewing the long relationship we’ve each endured for so long.

The page, pristine and so very full of potential

Seems to oscillate – shrinking and growing in remembrance of past struggles

But also with memory of some shining moments.

I, worn and battered as I am,

Observe with fear and resentment the vacancy

Which lays before me and yet has so often led to nothing.

And yet we find ourselves together again

Striving to achieve something, something, something….worthwhile.

Or at the very least – something to bridge the terrible gulf between us.


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