Do you ever have writer's block?

Question

Please critique this poem...

Words fall in the fallow field

Like fragile snowflakes,shattering like glass.

How I long to capture them

And give them immortality of form,

And, thus, relieve my soul of suffering.

They crumble at my touch, so gentle

That I wonder at the sin I have committed

To lose them, to lose them.

Answer 1

Words fall in the fallow field - perfecto !!!  You have described the state I am now living in.  It is interesting how a poem flows so easily at times and other times one is barren.  I feel a sadness from not being able to write at the moment.  I am living and feeling your poem.

Answer 2

This is something which every poet would love to express or would have tried to express at some part of their lives. The sin you mention...I feel it when I go through some of my lyrics. I could have left the words untouched and songs unsung. Yet that longing you say to capture them and give them a form of immortality works within. It tempts to get that apple, but the result is same: falls apart.

Answer 3

"fragile snowflakes, shattering like glass" that's exactly what my thoughts are like when I'm trying to take myself somewhere better,  but my neighbor want shut up. I've recently just started ignoring people and whippin' out my pad and try to hurry up and make a snowball out of them that I can stick in the fridge.

But really, if their lost, that's no sin. They'll come again if meant to be, so let them free.

Answer 4

No sin committed, for if not in fallow fields

they lie elsewhere, longing to serve.

So oft it is not our touch that breaks fragility,

but our inability to turn our heads

from fields to sky and in between,

to become beyond shattering glass.

A finger pricked, a word bled, finding in the simple,

complex beyond the night in righteousness,

there is no sin in confusion, we are all afflicted,

malady understood, not loss, rebirth, not loss--

rebirth.

Answer 5

Two 'likes' in the second line seem awkward. You can give it greater value by cutting the first one. Similarly with "capture them And give them." The repetition in the last line, however, works perfectly. You are in no danger of losing your poetic license, but you soon will be driving away from the Writer's Block. Just take Relaxibit Road until you reach Inspiration Boulevard.

Answer 6

I can relate, I can relate!!  

Have had such a bad case of writer's block, thought I was constipated!!

A Relax-ative does wonders!!  

Or the onset of an earthquake will move you!  LOL

Sin  was not seen

Words  were not shown

What has been lost

Will return         Cheers!!

Answer 7

A very nice poem, one depicting what we all face.  Much better to lose your muse for awhile then to be throwing a lot of snowballs around hoping for something to stick!

Answer 8

this poem was beautiful,,so passionate,I almost cried.mary.c.