i have come to the conclusion that my morning panics are directly related to the fact that i cannot seem to write right now.. morning was always my favorite time for writing,, and i wake up so scared i cannot produce anything that it sets me into a panic mode.. i have to work on coming up with something anything to release some of that inner pressure,, and open the door for the words to flow thru…
La Cuerda by =neko-mangaka on deviantART
my words are tightly knotted
like a rope,, frayed on the edges
but still strong and tight..
they coil around my heart,,
and strangle the calm
that should be mine..
like serpents
they meander thru my being
constricting, squeezing
every bit of serenity
from my soul
leaving me breathless,
palpitating,
and afraid
that i will never be able to untie them..
i wish to loose them,,
lay them out neatly
on the lined paper of my soul,,
make sense of them
and set them free….
July 9th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
The best way to overcome writer’s block is to do just what you are doing: write about it!
I like the knot and rope symbolism!
July 9th, 2009 at 5:42 pm
The symbolism of the knotted rope is indeed striking.
I used to do this when I had a block and sometimes it works. Just before you go to bed write part of a sentence. It can be anything – a shopping list, one thing you need to do the next day, an observation on the weather. But leave it only partly written on your bedside table. When you look over at it in the morning something may just occur to you so you can finish it off.
You can still write, hon. Don’t worry about that!
July 9th, 2009 at 7:47 pm
Unchain the mind let it unwind. We are thinking too much we need to let it flow and never let go of the flow. Self censoring sucks.
July 9th, 2009 at 8:37 pm
Wow! I love this poem…the layers and depth are terrific – the symbolism/words are wild and vibrant.
July 9th, 2009 at 10:18 pm
Love how the rope seems to metamorphose into writhing serpents ~ noting one rope becomes many serpents! I can’t help but think of Medusa, the serpent lady. She had the power!
July 10th, 2009 at 1:54 am
That’s a great symbol. When I’m stuck like this, I just try to get it right out of my mind – think, or do, something else, and so often the ideas just come.
Maybe you’re trying too hard.
July 10th, 2009 at 5:11 am
just let them free Paisley..words..thoughts..senses..may be we are a little bit harsh on ourselves
July 10th, 2009 at 2:12 pm
An excellent poem, it describes so vividly that feeling of panic. And, after reading this I realize that my panic has eased somewhat since I’ve been writing again. That’s interesting, I never connected the two. I thought I would never be able to force the words out, but the block passed and they started flowing again. I’m sure that they will do the same for you again too. You have far too much talent to be blocked forever. I hope that you can untie those knots soon. It seems like maybe you’ve already started.
July 10th, 2009 at 8:15 pm
What a breakthrough, your poem. You’ve strongly captured your panic in this and made quick use of that rope picture. Well done. Hope all is well. Good night.
July 11th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
I think there has just been so much transition in your life over the last few months, you just need to …breathe. Drink some tea. Read a book…any book about anything. Listen to music. Just get back into the Jodi groove, and you’ll be fine. The last thing you need to do is worry about it. Writing is in your DNA. It hasn’t gone anywhere permanently. It’s just taking a little nap. xoxo
July 11th, 2009 at 4:27 pm
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Very well written sweetie ………really enjoyed it.
July 11th, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Somewhere you have shackled your mind…you must release that which is in your life that is hindering your voice. In the wee morning hours go outside and SCREAM as loud as you can to have the shackles release your heart and soul! I’d be delighted if you let me know how your felt after the soul bearing scream. As always, peace, light and love my sister! C.
July 11th, 2009 at 6:56 pm
expressed so beautifully paisleyish!! xox
July 12th, 2009 at 1:25 pm
You will get your muse back Paisley. You have so much talent. Relax. Take a break from thinking about this. Come back to your writing when you are ready. Focus on other things for now. You can’t rush inspiration…
Hugs and hang in there, G
July 13th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
but now that you know the SOURCE of your panic attacks, maybe they wont be so bad?
July 17th, 2009 at 6:34 pm
This is so real, I can almost feel the quaking. It’s beautiful but I ache for you.
July 24th, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Images are strong and clear with your poem but I can imagine what it cost to get it down here…do you ever write with pen and notebook? I’ve been thinking about it again. Not staring at a computer may help. What do you think?