Poet’s Corner: Poetry Writer’s Block

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By Hannah Beecher

When I pause to write a word

Pen in hand and success assured

My mind goes blank, my memory blurred

I envision myself with tales to tell

Filling large tomes with lots to sell

Alas, those tales have fled my mind

Leaving but empty space behind

Upon the keyboard, my hands sit still

As if all I had was time to kill.

Maybe a nap will restart my brain

But naps can stretch out like the longest train

Leaving me late with a still fuzzy brain.

Hannah Beecher submitted this poem in early April. She has promised to provide biographical information as soon as her writer’s block clears.