Recapturing the Vision...dealing with writer's block!

Dry! Dry! Dry!
As a bone. My ink won’t flow!
The Ideas have taken flight; the wit blunted, couldn’t cut through butter.
How did I lose my touch? What happened? What went wrong?

I could still force it and create something, but it was only that... forced!

Then I called on God. I prayed to him, requesting his anointing to wet me back to fluidity.

I wrote an article at first, thinking that I couldn’t go through the rigors of poetry, the condensation of ideas and thoughts and feelings; the weaving of complex strands of images into the fabric of language…it just suddenly seemed like gruesome work.

Then, I met Dahlia, a poet from Iraq. Soft spoken, unreligious yet decent. We became friends. She visited my blog and found my first attempt at humor in the form of a poem.

She got attracted to it and had it published in a Middle Eastern site. From then on, I started becoming self conscious of my creations, thinking to myself, who knows where this one might end up. At this time, the ideas still wouldn’t flow until

Well, until she showed me a draft poem she was making .I saw her technique and it was indeed brilliant and I got smitten again by the art form.
Right there and then, confidence flooded back to me, the passion for painting verbal pictures got rekindled because I think I caught a another glimpse of the once familiar pattern that underlies the art .

In the days of my struggle,my best attempt would come out as misshapen prose!

I could argue that I had invented a new form but I wouldn’t be arguing in sincerity.

Immediately after the revival of interest, I went back and produced a flurry of works.
Wet! Wet!Wet! as rain!
The ink won't stop flowing.

I thank the Lord that He would grant me this one prayer request!

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I always say more than a word in Microsoft Word!
I use bleeding edge technology to make quiet difficult clients!
I always check my yahoo! Mail because I don’t trust Yahoo!
I never listen to anyone who says give me your ears because I only have two
I torture a clean confession out of a dirty cloth by drowning it in water and then hanging it limp on a rope!
I cuff my hands when I dress to work, so they can remain on the job
I love music but never pay for it. I just make sure to live near a bush for when nature radio broadcasts at dawn and late night.
I steal into the best cities in the world at night without travel papers. My pilot, Mr. Dream, is my assistant.
When my crisis was resolved, I asked the man if it was fair to charge for what took him ONLY two minutes!
I habitually paste my mental excretions on snow-white surfaces and insist that people say pleasant things about them
I employ a boxer to keep my waist flat and in shape
I am working on how to take over all the computers in the world, just by creating a folder in them and naming it “My Computer”
I love to spring people into action by my subject headings! I constantly say “Urgent”
I have a giant American company, called Yahoo! Working for me and I pay them nothing!
My idea of banking is called withdrawal!
I am tired of eating small egg yolks, so I am itching for the SUNniest one on earth.
I have poisoned quite a number of sleek guys…the RATS ate my grains and left behind their stains!
When the mad scientist, called mirror, presumed to clone me, I gave him a smashing funeral!
I leave every competitor trailing by a mile when I soft pedal with a smile
I always leave open my mouth, in a wordless warning to mosquitoes, when I slumber
I ride my horse on level, sleek and slippery paths with automatic speed yet expecting to arrive safely
I am a public servant but I make sure that the public works for me, while I lead them.
My house is built but I always call it a building, so no one says I have not fixed the latest facility!
The only reason I cried when I was born was that everyone had a fabric on and I was nude!
The reason they cried as I died was that I was leaving in a designer outfit!
The reason I am a friend of Mr. Clinton is that when I am in the US and incur costs, I just call him up and say “Bill! I am here”…he always understands.
I blinded my neighbors with a curtain when I couldn’t tolerate their sight anymore!
I am an ingenious mathematician! I have all my rich business contacts reduced to numbers in my cell phone!
I may already be the best boxer in the world, my coach; Calculator, rates me higher after every punch!
I am quite generous to strangers, that’s why I give them the benefit of doubt!
I have a suspicious nature, so maybe I should establish a security outfit.
I am undecided which trait I share with a wall gecko. Perhaps we both love sitting on the fence!
I always rightly tell people that they are wrong when they differ with me.
I will never buy the papers as long as they consider me not newsworthy!
It’s immoral for anyone to give Bill Gates so much money for one dream. I have a headful!
A man once asked me to help him out, so I showed him the door!
This other poet was making so much WAVES, so I shored him up! I hate a tsunami around me!
When I got home sick, I left!
They wondered why I didn’t write. So I called, saying there was nothing to write home about!