NaPoWriMo day 16

(writer’s block 3)


i don’t write poetry anymore.

there’s no more imagery in my head.

no feelings waiting breathlessly to

be expressed.  no portraits of lovers.

not even a few leftover phrases

from someone else’s poem waiting to

be reworked into a brand-new poem.

there’s nothing anymore.  not a thing.

since i started taking all these meds

words just slip off my mind & dissolve. 

like alka-seltzer in cold water.

poems bubbling away into air.

my mind effortlessly efficient

& horribly, hideously bored.




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