WORDS THAT WILL NOT COME TO ME
MY BREATH IS SHORT WITH FEAR
IS THIS PERHAPS DENIED TO ME
THE WORDS NO LONGER HERE.
WHY I WONDER IS IT SO
I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY
THE PAPER JUST STARES BACK AT ME
TO WORDS I CANNOT STRAY.
CLOSED IS MY MIND TO HAND THIS DAY
AND EVERYTHINGS AMISS
BUT SOON I HOPE THIS FOG WITH LIFT
AND GIVE ME BACK THE WORDS I MISS.
PERHAPS A SPARK WILL SOON APPEAR
AND BURST UPON THIS PAGE
IF NOT I GUESS MY TIME IS DONE
THE END OF SUCH AN AGE.
AND SO GOODBYE I SAY TO YOU
TIS SAID WITH HEAVY HEART
BUT NEVER FEAR I WILL RETURN
I WILL NOT JUST DEPART.
Butterfly Sand 
Expresses the Block quite well! There are stories you want to tell, stories that need to be told, and stories people pay for. If you can line up two out of three, I think you’ll eventually run across the diamond, slap some hands and sit in the dugout. Whether that yields applause or not is not immediately important. However, if you persevere, sooner or later the applause will rise around your work, some acclaim, and then your earlier work will get a look.
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Thank you Mike! Can always use the encouragement!
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Really hope the writer’s block go’s away soon. I have so much pleasure on each of you’re blogs Pam, it will make me sad to have to go with-out reading you, make it happen soon please. (I do know it is not some-thing an artist can control) Sharon
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No worries my friend, I’ll be here on Sunday!
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