Writer’s Block, The Sequel


By John Grey

I tried to write a poem
about nothing
but, unfortunately,
something came to me.

prone on couch,
staring at
painted clouds on ceiling,
lids slowly closing,
lowering the sky

through my years
as a lover
my feelings
have followed
a reductive path
from superficial
and shallow
toward a truer
and more understated
elusive and indirect
what I mean is –
you’re no Scarlet Johansson
but you’ve caught me at a good time

all these years
after the death of Frost,
Dickinson, Whitman,
all I need is that great first line
and being alive helps

John Grey’s work has appeared in Examined Life Journal, Evening Street Review and Columbia Review. He has work upcoming in Harpur Palate, Poetry East and Midwest Quarterly.

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