Staring at a blank page
with nothing but time to create.
This used to be food to me.
This used to be bread and water to me.
It doesn’t move like it used to.
It was a window to see through.
Something that only i could do.
Now i feed the words.
Nurture them, give them word food
Make them grow stronger.
Work them out, a rep or two.
Now I see the words and they don’t trust me.
They walk out to the edge of the line
and jum

into another mess of letters and verbs.
Action, why don’t you love me
like you did before.
The word pile only gets worse
till they stop moving.
Like a stuck train, or a traffic jam.
They end up in a pile
unhappy, fused in sentences,
not knowing their worth.

 

Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home is available now at the Oddball Book Store.