At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about writer’s block.
“You can’t think your way out of a writing block; you have to write yourself out of a thinking block.” John Rogers
The screen mocked my every thought, the arctic white page blinding my eyes as snow on a sunny day, making me squint in the hope of a direction even though I cannot see where I am going. The page an abstracted projection, a freudian note to myself that the page was mirroring my inner malaise of lost consciousness. The page was not unfriendly, we dined together as always. It’s just that the ideas flew past at the speed of sound, refusing to land in my mind. Even the dictionary drowned in my thoughtless fug. But, mercy be, there was the letter i and I’m sticking with that.
circling the blank page my mind in another room the curlew calls me Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®