Lavender

Jan 05, 2023 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Writer's Block Near Midnight

Eleven fifty-two
and my brain
stared at the sleepy
white space

while the blinking
cursor on the screen
tormented me

as if to say,

"Go
l
to
l
bed."
***

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Tried a bit of visual poetry by placing an imagined blinking cursor, l , between its supposed words. Dunno...

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Jackweb

2 years 6 months ago

Believe me

Inspiration is an emotional torment. I'm sure of your restiveness! Nothing more than to lay your beautiful eggs on paper. Simple yet a lot said here.

Favorite lines: '

while the blinking
cursor on the screen
tormented me' - Excellent imagery!
.

Lavender

2 years 6 months ago

Hi, Jackweb,

Thank you for reading! This was meant to feel light with hopefully a touch of humor as I tried to visually describe the words of the blinking cursor.
Thanks, again!
L

Candlewitch

2 years 6 months ago

dear Lavender,

I've been there, too, lol. I liked it and could relate. I find the real problem is after I get to bed... cannot shut down the cursor in my mind.

*hugs, Cat

Lavender

2 years 6 months ago

Hi, Cat,

The cursor in the mind - perfect description! Thank you for reading this little ditty.
L

Rula

2 years 6 months ago

Dearest Lavender

A delightful read. It's almost same time here and I don't really wish "the cursor on screen" thing to visit me though it often does :)
Thanks for the smile.

Lavender

2 years 6 months ago

Hello, Rula!

Thank you so much for reading. The curse of the blinking cursor...
L

RoseBlack

2 years 6 months ago

If this doesn't sound like me

Every night I am telling myself to go to bed and every night I am still scrolling my phone at dark thirty in the morning. A wonderful, simple write and great use of imagery.

Lavender

2 years 6 months ago

Hello, Carrie,

Yes, sometimes the poem is on the tip of my fingers, but just not ready to pour itself out and I'll sit and stare at that darn blinking cursor :)
Thank you for reading!
L