A Writer’s Block Pantoum

 

I am in a daze.

I need to finish. I need to write.

When I start to think my mind wanders and is filled with a haze.

The next day passes wasting daylight.

 

I need to finish. I need to write

but I have been stuck on you for days.

The next day passes. Wasted daylight.

I could have spent that time writing without delays.

 

But, I have been stuck on you. For days

now still, nothing has taken flight.

I could have spent that time writing. Without delays

I once again become hopeless searching for some insight.

 

Now? Still nothing has taken flight.

My writings have become nothing more than the obvious cliches.

I once again become hopeless. Searching for some insight

I scrap it all and look for new pathways.

 

My writings have become nothing more than. The obvious cliches

when I start to think my mind wanders and is filled with a haze.

I scrap it all and look for new pathways.

I am in a daze.

©Alissa Vreeland and miscellaneousliss, 2017.

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My Alarm Clock

Friend or foe? I still don’t know,
Are you a destroyer of dreams
or a helper to start my day?
A parent waking a child
or an intruder in my room?

You are always on, repeating the same cry,
a voice piercing my eardrums,
a wail that could even awake the dead,
a shriek that jolts my body alive,
a nagging reminder set on a timer.

Your blinking red gaze is a sight for sore eyes.
Night or day, you are always ready,
even when I am unaware.
I should know better and remember,
but you still manage to catch me off guard.

Even though I protest, you still succeed
awakening the deepest of sleeps.
Are you a friend or fiend?
An annoyance disguised as a demon
or a helper set up as an alarm?

©Alissa Vreeland and miscellaneousliss, 2017.