A block at any o’clock
(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)
Loading ...If a writer has a block
At any o‘clock,
He’s sitting heads high
Waiting for a reply,
Probably lost in a cloud
Deep ploughed,
In sowed words and in sowed thoughts
Struggled riots,
Whose daily tools, his arsenal
now blunt and shun,
Hovering Crows, which hovered a plan
Circles those, now have no design,
The noise from the traffic jam,
Awakens him from
If such then, the writer is in block
He’s awakened at that o’clock.
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This is a Poem written in a writers block………When I had no other topics to write on…………
8 Comments
Liked The poem. Different but beautiful.
The title reminded me of my 5year old granddaughter suddenly asking my wife, “आजी, किती क्लोक झाले ? “. And we could not understand the question.
Excellent! Good imagery. Enjoyed reading this poem,
Gion
“Struggled riots,
Whose daily tools, his arsenal
now blunt and shun,
Hovering Crows, which hovered a plan
Circles those, now have no design, “
wonderful poem… and truly one of the best i have read…
i do get stuck at times… and this is perfect to display any writers dilema… excellent
5 stars frm me
Me, Ulhas Kavle, take fun in writing poems, molding words, rhyming them and make a nice jigsaw. Poetry for me is playing with words and making new sense of out of it. There is no specific or favorite poem of mine, but I still remember the daffodiles poem we had in school.
I love P4Poetry and thank them for reviving my skills. I seek to find time for P4P in the busy schedule. And whenever I post something here, its an exam for me and I wait for comments. Similarly I believe that it is very important for me to comment seriously on other poems.
nice……
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