Keep The LIne

Three blocks down

Getting comfortable is key to starting. Once I’ve engaged my muse, then i can write anywhere. But before then, the Block stands firm, tall and thick protecting itself against the invasion of imagination. Guarding the brain against creativity like it’s a disease, a plague, a cancer to be feared.

And the muse, at least my muse, cowers under his authoritative tone. Who IS he? Screw him! She zips and darts in and around the guard, gathering up courage with each written word. She distracts him with music and booze. She knows she is the stronger of the two, but why does she forget?

Arms folded he stands firm.
She’s tiny, her voice whispers, “…but…”
He ignores her pleading eyes.
He shifts his stance,
and the ground shakes from underneath her.

She runs and hides
Behind a nearby boulder,
gathering her thoughts. her fingers are frantic
She picks up a book, her favorite one
and thumbs through it’s yellowed pages.

her voice tremles but she reads it's lines
first to herself, then in whispers.
by the third paragraph, she can be heard
a teacher in front of the class, lecturing.
She will get him.




"You're going to get knocked down. It's whether you stay down or whether you get back up and fight that counts."
--Chris Lofton

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