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Flotsam and Jetsam - 16/08/00

My creative muses are floundering in redundant metaphors.
Swamped by the floodwater of doubt and indecision.
My thoughts are like so many flotsam and jetsam
bobbing in the swirling eddies of malignant currents.
Conspiring to deny the release of cogitation and conjecture
all inspiration is capsized by a tidal wave of perplexity.

Illiterate girders lie before my stalled train of thought
threatening to derail any brainwave advancement.
Malformed ideas and notions deny a head of steam
combustible material yet they fail to stoke the fire
for they burn like paper and are all too quickly consumed.
Double agents of insight gather in anarchical troupes
like Indians around the encircled wagons of my psyche
one by one my inspirations are scalped and left for dead
my minds scavengers pick at the bones like a murder of crows

A malevolent entity watches smugly over the carnage
in vain seek it out, a fleeting shadow in my mind.
In the corner of my minds eye I thought I caught a glimpse
yet it only stops to mock
and then relocates…
it is my writer's block.
 
© Nicholas Vosper 2001