Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker

The Writer's Block

Shrapnels of worlds, pin my hands,
Demanding my blood to ink their lands,
Ravenous words circle my head,
For the morsels of the plot, I cook and feed,
My land is famine, I haven't a grain,
Clotted Dreamorrhage!
Oh uh-oh.

I left my prince mid-war without a move,
A sabre to his rib glinting wicked to shove,
I could doom him in worry or let him parry
The noose of death and elixir of life,
In my fingertips, but I still worry,
Clotted Dreamorrhage!
Oh uh-oh.

Was God a writer, plotting our fate,
In a paper called life with the ink of time,
Crushing some plots into the oblivious bin,
smoothing some crease to rewrite twists,
Did his sky ever darken, hiding the stars?
Clotted Dreamorrhage!
Oh uh-oh.

My head in the cloud, I think aloud,
The canaries of thoughts flutter about,
I flung a stone of doubt on the flock,
Wounding the birds and the plot,
Broken wings and shattered words shower,
Clotted Dreamorrhage!
Oh uh-oh.

I felt my puppets pull my strings,
Twisted into a tangle in a brawl,
I tried my nib to detangle the mess,
The nib broke dead; splayed along the cleft,
The twine so taut sliced my sense,
Clotted Dreamorrhage!
Oh uh-oh.

Meditative monochromatic silence,
Lusted after Harlequin Dreams,
Fecund imaginations we birthed on the sheet,
Run amok in character streaks,
She bled and died, rendering me sterile,
Clotted Dreamorrhage!
Oh uh-oh.

Atlas, awed, for carrying the world,
On his brawny shoulders, as a punishment
Would he crumble if I showed up,
With many a world, as an accomplishment,
A writer so fiery, the plot went awry,
Clotted Dreamorrhage!
Oh uh-oh.

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Utterly Bonkers 🙊.....

Clotted Dreamorrhage: When your dreams stop suddenly, curbing your writing 😭....(not a recognized term..me invented it😛)

Any thoughts ??

Topic courtesy : sharmee_m