A Block The Strongest Man Couldn't Budge

[Grace]

A Block The Strongest Man Couldn't Budge

I sat up late, irate at night.
A spark I thought would once ignite,
my mind, a match, I threw away.
I could not think of what to write.

So I sat in the dark with a page in my mitt.
I’d embark with my thoughts to a land far away.
I would fight, there’s no way that my mind would submit,
so I clutched on my pen until night turned to day.

The words would not escape my lips,
the words could not escape my wrist.

Hi. A couple of thoughts came to me when I was reading your poem. One is to switch tenses from past to present in the poem (I've shown this below).  It would add a bit more conflict  to the writers block.

The other is to remove the comma after ignite. It changes the meaning slightly, so the spark you thought would once ignite your mind, a match (matching word?), you threw away.

What I've said may make no sense whatsoever as I'm writing this when tired. Best, Grace.



A Block the Strongest Man Can't Budge

I sat up late, irate at night.
A spark I thought would once ignite
my mind, a match, I threw away.
I cannot think of what to write.

So I sit in the dark with a page in my mitt,
Ill embark with my thoughts to a land far away.
I will fight; there's a way that my mind will submit,
so I clutch on my pen until night turns to day.

The words will not escape my lips.
The words will not escape my wrist.