Well here it is. An old one, I wrote this in 2005. I don't know if I still like it, however it has a lot of sentimental value. It was written with my first and only broken-heart. <--- Cliche' alert!
Scottish Writer's Block
It was in Inverness
that I broke the lead in my pencil.
It couldn't or wouldn't sharpen;
it kept breaking as I attempted to whittle away at the wood.
It was in Dundee
that all I had was a stub of wood.
I could no longer write
and had to record everything in tantrums and tears.
Poetry Thursday seems like a good idea.
Currently Listening to: My fingers hitting the keyboard.
Currently Reading: 'Letters to a Young Contrarian' Christopher Hitchens.
PS: 'Of a Boy' by Sonya Hartnett, was beautifully tragic. I'd recommend it to everyone.
PPS: How do I have so much reading time? I don't have children and I read every night in bed, prior to falling asleep.