Ink is silent, without wording.
Thoughts on tongues which cannot wag.
Gears are stuck, no longer turning.
Flowing words have caught a snag.
Eyes are glazed, and minds are searching.
Visions have been choked and gagged.
Photo courtesy of Florian Klaur
There’s a snap to this that reminds me of the “pop” of the typewriter. I enjoyed reading it…thank you for sharing!
If that’s how you write when you have a writer’s block you’re amazing :-). That sounded wonderful.
This feels very much like the writing I do when I’m trying to get out of my own head. Lovely work, Danielle!
Oh, wonderful trochaic tetrameter! I love seeing metrical poetry done well. It flows beautifully.
Danielle Dayney 
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