On Writer's Block and Boredom

[Finnius]

I sit here in this spinny chair,

And let my mind drift anywhere,

Or at least that was my first idea,

Until my craft occured to me;

I thought, Let's take the time to write,

But my fickle muse, she would not bite,

She skirted 'round my addled brain,

On synapse-skates, with electron trains,

Until I cried out, "Let me be!"

And logged onto mIRC,

In hopes of killing my boredom,

And maybe getting back to some,

Light writing, some prose or such,

But it did not help, at least not much.

So I perused some older posts,

Dredged up the Pen's beloved ghosts,

I read and re-read, for two hours,

But this it seems was beyond my power,

To do away with this dull curse,

To get my muse to at least rehearse,

And so I admitted defeat at last.

...

And now my Writer's Block has passed.

[Peredhil]

snicker in amused recognition

 

hugs

[Vlad]

Writing about writer's block is always a fun subject, and a common experience.

I like the consistent rhyme in this piece, it makes it seem light-hearted about an unfortunate issue.

 

Some of the lines I stumbled over, but can't find them again during the second read.

 

An excellent poem, Finnius.