I remember this guy from college, an excellent writer that I admired. I went to him one day for advice, to pick his brain about the raging writer’s block I was experiencing at the time. We shared a fiction workshop class and a playwriting course. His response after my long tirade on said block? What he said after I begged him for give me some kind of wisdom on how to write something creatively viable? (And after my request that he put something together and simply, you know, use my name?)
“Nah. You don’t have writer’s block.”
“But, I just TOLD you…I can’t write anything!”
“Yes, you can. You just need to work a little harder. Brainstorm; develop the ideas in your head. And yes, there are ideas in your head. The block thing seems like an excuse to me. You’re not being serious.”
Stung and offended, I said nothing, merely wishing that terrible, diseased things would happen to him.
In hindsight, I suppose he was right. (Ok, ok, he was right.) My purpose in relating the above? I wrote a brand new poem! This will not be a frequent thing, as I’ve said, sharing my work, but for pure excitement reasons…
Today and Tomorrow
How is it possible
to see the End before the Beginning?
That a smile will surely fade,
that a laugh will return to its dark, little corner,
growing sad, little cobwebs?
Is it best
(knowing that the End will be the same as before,
the same as always)
to ignore it totally?
To look away, to dash hope, to stifle that Sweetness?
Oh, but soon, that one will walk into the room.
And eyes will focus on that one,
and the smile will slowly display itself,
and the laugh in the corner will stretch and yawn, awaiting its
Because in that constant battle between the
End and the Beginning,
the Sweetness will always win.
Hardly a perfect offering, but it’s something. It’s something!