Sculpting a Writer's Block by S.J. Tyler For years it seems I’ve been dredging this block Through the dust of my life And instead of chipping away at it It seems it has gotten bigger In the way that mobile snowballs Eventually turn to rolling boulders So this block is now heavier And even more daunting How can one ever expect To create a perfectly sculpted masterpiece If the medium grows and grows Each night while one has paused To take rest from the daily grind And each chip off the block is refilled If I never moved or slept (or procrastinated) I would have a David right now Instead of hundreds of unfinished beginnings Each one that might have become This century’s Venus Now compacted together In one rolling rock of doom Standing in the way of myself And greatness 07/20/2006 Posted on 07/20/2006 Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 07/23/06 at 01:22 AM I really like this metaphor...I've often felt the exact same way. Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/04/06 at 07:27 AM Enjoyed the read. Thanks very much. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)