Writing Block

Writing Block

I jot even with a writing block,
Like a cold there is no cure
Unless you deem the stars can talk,
My words are humble and demure.

Like the stars my words are full
Of sincerely elegant designs,
Also as them unseen by the whole
By all those who can’t read the signs.

Entwined in time the ageless look,
Skyline upon line with endless poetry,
Thoughts turn like a page within a book,
And unlock a passion as if with a key.

Interlocking rhythmic realities
With texts that can’t be heard,
But the ones one feels as one reads
Mix the two together with an unseen word.

A feeling that can’t quite grasp the flesh
And take it with it to its place,
But the written word can o so mesh
The two with an unending grace.

So no dam can stop the flow
Of thought when on a rock
Stand all the things you know
E’en when one has a writing block.

-Jacob Winterfeldt