Maria, I get writers block every couple of months for at least a month or two where I will write nothing. I find it more challenging to write poetry now than when I started about 5/6 years ago. I am not the most interesting person in the world and my life is not filled with excitement and I tend to write in extremes, so inspiration can run alittle dry. I use the time when I am not writing to read, and edit old poems and try and improve on them. I love that moment where after weeks or months I get an image in my head and realise that yes I have a poem worth writing, and usually these are my best poems.
This is a poem I wrote maybe three years ago when I got my first major writer's block, I thought I was doomed to write the poems over and over again.
The great hunger
I cast a thought back to when
the poet lived long, in gluttony, on inspiration.
Now he scavenges the waste
of repeated monotone thoughts;
Same words and ideas worn thin,
regurgitated and pieced together a new.
His boned hands cling tightly to his rib cage,
protruding crudely from his adherent flesh.
Grunts mark the birth of an idea
alas without the ability to document it,
it is soon forgotten.
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
[This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 05-27-2000).]