Writer's Block

Writer’s Block

Must have been my fifth cup of coffee.

I lost count after number two.

I sit here with pen in hand.

Fighting “writer’s block”.

I want to write something special for you.

You’re very beautiful.

Very mysterious.

Very intriguing.

Deep brown eyes.

Long dark hair.

A smile that warms my blood.

And a gentle laugh that is sometimes difficult to procure.

Every time I open my mouth I can taste my Nike’s.

No,

they don’t taste so good.

Each spoken word is difficult and always sounds wrong.

How do I please?

How do I intrigue (like she)?

What steps must I take to walk into her life?

I’m afraid to get too close to her door.

I fear the breeze from its slam.

So I sit here talking to myself on paper.

Trying to figure which words are the right words.

Maybe I should just sit quiet and watch.

And listen.

Maybe she feels the same.

Maybe she doesn’t.

One thing I know,

that I am sure of is,

I need a new pair of shoes...

these taste lousy.

J.P. Wiegand

©Emittravel 1988

Written while sitting in a donut shop shortly after getting out of the Navy, looking at an incredibly beautiful lady behind the counter.

Yes, I was having a bit of writer's block at the time, but decided that writing the "block" would be a novel idea.

No, I didn't get the girl.

Getting "tongue-tied" around beautiful women seems to be an ongoing dilemma for me. I either say nothing, or I put my foot in it.

I should stick with saying nothing...

-j.p.

©Emittravel 2017