“THE WRITER’S BLOCK”
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Unreality lies waiting,
Just beyond the boundaries of my mind.
Not like a snake coiled to strike;
But like a fog, creeping, creeping,
Up from the friendly river bottom;
Where delightful tiny lives chirp and hop and hum…
A magic fog-
Hiding the words,
While letting you see each tree of bush or twig,
In its turn.
But the familiar landmark are hidden.
I might get lost.
So I only take a step,
And then I step back;
And close the door!! …