Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

A Blank Page Blues


I know we have all done it,
sat in front of a pristine white sheet of paper
and got ready to write something down,
and then we are confronted
with the blank page blues.
The words of inspiration
then scurry and hide away.
You are left with pen in hand,
scratching your head
wondering what to say.
There is no cure for this syndrome;
writers get it all the time.
Some call it a writer’s block,
when nothing comes into your head.
You sit in front of a blank page.
You know what you want to write,
then someone disturbs you
and the words disappear out of sight.
How many times have we had that?
We sit down to write our masterpiece
and the telephone rings,
or someone shouts your dinner is getting cold.
You feel like screaming,
but you take it on the chin.
You lay down your pen,
answer the phone or have your dinner,
and when you come back,
the blank page confronts you.
Still you cannot write anything on it.
You stare at it for hours,
until finally you get tired
and journey off to bed.
Hoping and hoping tomorrow
a little peace, it will bring
and your words on that blank page
will really begin to sing.

10 May 2008

Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2008

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  • Susan Legree (10/5/2009 12:20:00 PM)

    The Blank page blues is one that I can sing very well! Drives me crazy - then suddenly I kick into gear. I keep a folder titled 'Marinating' and like Alison said - I write a quick thought down. After awhile it marinates into something. I am added a poem today (for you) just for fun. 'Flightless Words' (Report) Reply

  • Andrew mark Wilkinson (5/23/2008 4:19:00 AM)

    I just talk to my lady, she will say something that sets my pen going crazy again, like a everyready i need recharging lol.. Andy 10 (Report) Reply

  • Mamta Agarwal (5/21/2008 7:44:00 AM)

    well composed. i know the feeling, just when you think you have got a great idea that needs to be explored, it disappearsbecause of some or the other intrusion., leaving you feel restless. (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (5/18/2008 8:20:00 PM)

    David, I have a little method that you might like to consider. Whenever an idea pops into my head (provided I'm at the computer of course) , or a phrase, or a word that feels like the prelude to something, I write it in 'word' and save it. Then when I'm 'stuck' I check out my words in 'word' and quite often, of one them will trigger a poem. Mostly, though, poems are there for the picking - you just have to be listening and noticing to the world around you. Thanks for sharing this. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Bob Blackwell (5/18/2008 5:37:00 AM)

    Plenty of words here David, perhaps you've solved your problem. Try this take your notebook for a walk, sit quietly soak in the scene, meditate, then write first word that rises and then just carry on. Thinking now perhaps I should take my own advice. Keep writing my friend no matter what. Bob (Report) Reply

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