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Poem | Harry the Bear Stories
Writer’s Block
A poem from Harry my Teddy Bear.
Confusion of a bear’s word block,
one’s words don’t dance and flow.
Is it writer’s block when we’re stuck?
My teddy mind is like foam and dough.
Sitting on a shelf I stare at a laptop page,
no bear-muse to guide, no inspiration near.
My thoughts are a dark abyss, a cruel cage.
Creativity is a spark that just disappeared.
I have ideas, playing seek and hide,
All I find is an ice desert deep inside.
My imagination, once a serene sea,
Now a mere puddle, mocking me.
Words and ideas used to elude me
but now words sparks are igniting.
My limiting writer’s block is set free
as rhyme and rhythm return to me.
Author’s note:
My teddy bear ‘Harry’ traveled the world with me. Harry reminds me of friends far away. You can read his adoption story here.
Harry likes to write stories and poems too. He has been silent for a long time and…
