'To Writers Craft'

A writing exercise gone wrong.

I found this while clearing out some of my school stuff.

As one of our writing exercises, we were asked to rewrite a portion of David Wiley's 'To A Piece of Paper'. Looking back at it now, I realize that my rewrite showcased my feelings about Writers Craft perfectly.

Here is the original poem:

To A Piece of Paper

Here is the landscape of all possibility,
whiter than the obverse of ether.
Here is the window of a universe unborn,
where the mind's fugitive seed
seeks a hidden orifice of Creation,
Here is the battlefield.
here is the scented bed:
dazzling in its lack of plumage.
where something unknown
wants to live.

And my own:

To Writers Craft

Here is the thorn in my side,
nagging away at my soul.
Here is the minds lobotomy
where the blind venture freely
following some code of Creation.
Here is writers block.
here is the cliché.
here is the strangers hand
smothering that side of me
where something unknown wants to live.