Getting Through the Block. By C.p. Singleton (c) 2013
It doesn’t always come to you.
It may not rush inside your head and
blurt out its intentions.
Sometimes you have to flick through
the pages of your mind.
Those who cry “block”, because they
are satisfied waving a white flag
should tear its definition from their dictionaries.
It is a bleak ideal built from negativity.
If you are serious about writing
you will see blocks as
opportunities and not as barriers.
Climb inside them and see the wilderness
Of the black-cracked earth.
Describe what you see.
The barren horizon is there for you
to jog over, with eyes wide
with the wonder of the child within.
Past the desolate scenery are buildings
made from the heart’s empathy.
Beyond the emptiness are streets
whose signposts contain more than
the address; they direct your mind to
Houses crammed so full of stories that
Their doors are forced out into
Streets where children sing of
Legends lost and myths murdered.
Delivery vans pull up and beep horns
To scatter the anthropomorphised
Animals created by crayon or conjurer.
Strapped inside the shiny vans are
litres of pure, undiluted thought
ready to be opened and
drunk by impressionable, eager minds.
Catalogue the debris.
Open up your pads and minds.
Allow Creativity to place its
wonderful, expressive kaleidoscope
To your wide-open eyes.
Hear the myriad of shapes and
wash through your eager orbs.
Feel the neon inside your ears.
No more will you allow Negativity into
Your home. No more will you sit quietly
as the dull grey cloud chunters its
morose findings into your reticent heart.
The golden catapult is ready to
Pull back, with you in its pooch,
Eager to direct you to your very own
Enjoy the ride: Here’s your pen.