Anyone ever had a serious case of writer's block. It seems to become a living thing, not just a condition.


Wardens Of My Art

Forever tortured by the page
Beaten down by words
A pen taping against the bars of a cage
As I pace the halls of my mind
Looking in doors to empty rooms
For the faces of my thoughts
No sound , no movement
Only white
Only white staring at me through the door of this cell
It's face a sea of untouchable possibilities.
My only cell mates are hesitation and hell.
Groping out through cool dark bars for a scrap of hope, a flicker of light.
This cell is not a small space it is as large as my mind will allow
I listen to my footsteps echo from the empty walls
I try to speak and find I have no voice at all
Language, once my friend, has left me here
Frozen and alone
The water does not run here
Nor is there food
No color is alive here
Only white
Only white and white and white and white
That pen taping against those bars minding me of my place
Words those wardens of my art
Keep waving these blank pages in my face




Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-09-24 at 06:32

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Amanda K
Dear,
I respect your courage in expressing such a feeling . We all go though it. I though that i was alone in this case since lately am facing this phase and it's like some1 tying me or choking me hardly. Thanks for sharing it. You delivered it well.
2006-10-04


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
i have been in that cage....i will look for you my cell mate...but i see you have a reprieve. Write ON! your aunt that can't spell you last name but loves you beyond any spelling!!!! kathy
2006-09-26


Phyllis J. Rhodes
It is amazing that your blank page can say more than mine with a thousand useless words. You are a true poet!
2006-09-26


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi Jessica this is a wonderful resume on what we all get but Raymond Chandler's
remedy when your in a block 'bring in a man with a gun' is an interesting aside well done rgds mike a delightful text
2006-09-24


Zoya Zaidi
Brilliantly done the metaphor of cage, walls, hall, rooms, doors, all are so brilliantly put together in this piece of art.
A poet like you can never have a block...
The footsteops of your words echo in my mind...
and will haunt me for qiute a while...

*Bookmarked*

Weolcome to the baY from my side!

(((Hugs)))

love.
Zoya
2006-09-24


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
what a perfect description of what it's like to want to write and only have fleeting thoughts not materializing into anything... drives me right up the wall when it happens - you get that restless feeling across well in here... wonderfully expressed this is... i enjoyed the imagery and its effect to convey the annoying game of hide and seek that words can play at times... :f xx
2006-09-24


keith nunes
it's a tough look - a blank page. when all you need is the first line and then ....
2006-09-24