The blessing blockade
Waiting near the whimsical words
Images whirl in my mind’s eye
My inner jukebox offers fitting chords
And melodies abound
A writer’s block may be a curse-
If this is what my soul prefers
I’ll stick to silent movies and their sound
Inspired by the never dull poetry prompt of november, this time coming from the fountain of Harper and always supported by Kathy Jacobs.
‘Poetry is waiting near the words’ is a quote from an interview in ‘De Groene Amsterdammer’ (a kind of ‘The New Yorker’ also known over here as ‘the elite’s own leaflet’) with the Dutch writer Marcel Möring.
