Some days it’s possible
to move effortlessly
Other days, you fall
over your feet.

Dropping face first
into boxes
of good intentions,
half-finished projects.

Words are spilling
off of pages
the floor,

Piles of notes
to be reworked
into something
that makes sense.

Rethinking rewrites.
Pens with no more ink.
Fingers tapping madly
on keyboard.

Days when blank pages
outweigh the sheets
of words, nights full
of edits, notes to self.

Words fly above head
or become links
in a chain that
ties you to chair.

Waiting for ideas
to become
something more,
you sigh.

Somewhere in here
a poem is buried,
waiting for you
to find it!


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.