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No. 3275


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

translucent colours

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

Rainbow-crowned Neverland.

Enjoy the ride: Here’s your pen.

About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


4 thoughts on “No. 3275

  1. “Allow Creativity to place its
    wonderful, expressive kaleidoscope
    To your wide-open eyes”
    …just got out of one of those huge blocks…I needed to sort out what it is I need to keep writing…to keep that fire burning without having a shred of recognition…but the truth is: I simply can’t do without. So I will write. Because there is not much else I can do…:-)

    Posted by Eva van Beek | January 16, 2017, 6:16 pm
  2. Thank you – needed that

    Posted by Maureen Sudlow | January 16, 2017, 7:36 pm

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