Just like that, it happened
so swiftly I didn’t even realize
until after the frenzy faded…
My fingers stopped moving,
and thoughts failed to make coherent
sense.
An eyeblink, fallen lash, the speed of gravity –
An unexpected winter’s cold arrival;
everything froze, maybe surprised as I was,
and then there was…nothing.
A sudden, stark white world;
A shocking lapse, like reaching a lone blank page
in a full journal
or like the jarring loss of signal, sound, color
with only staticky snow for company.
I sit here,
stuck in the grasp of
what was just there;
Struggling to regain inspiration
But it’s gone, and
I can’t fathom how I so quickly
lost my creative flux…
Watching it slip gleefully through my fingers
only to disintegrate into useless ash as I tried to catch it,
unsure whether it’ll ever recover
its former glory.
Writing is always such a right thing
Yet, it’s flighty like a potential new lover;
Always courted, but never kissed –
That is, until imagination ghosts
And the writer finds themselves
blocked.
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