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[moot]

Hi, everyone! This is my first post here so we'll see how it goes. I tend to be my own toughest critic. I've been writing poetry off and on for about 20 years now and I'm hoping to publish my first full volume this year.

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I sat down at my desk tonight,
and found I had no words to write.
No message that I could convey,
nor a funny or witty thing to say.
No nostalgic tale of days gone by,
or wondrous adventure on mountains high. *I liked the simile, this line appears to be repeated below when this poem goes into more detail though*

No princesses, kings or warrior knights,         *Perhaps this could be considered cliche? I liked the storybook element though and it ties into the second line nicely*
No ice, no fire, no epic fights.                

No clever yarn about my youth,
or a tactful dose of truth.
No sagas of love or burning rage,
not a single thing to grace the page.

In fact, it came as quite a shock                  *Perhaps the switch from simile to truism somewhat distracts from the overall work*       
as I'm just not one for writers block!
It's disappointing because everybody knows,
I'm quite the man when it comes to prose.
But on this night, at this desk,
I'm so far from my very best.

I ache and I scream and I fight and fight,  *Not sure if the repeated use of the word fight could be changed*
but I just can't find the words to write.     *This has been established earlier*
I have the pen, I have the ink,

"Come on now, man! You've got think!"   *Is the internal monologue necessary?  Perhaps it breaks away from the overall aesthetic of the work*
There's an easy way to break the curse,
just find a line, a rhyme, a verse.                 

Nothing creative bursts from my head,      *these lines convey some nice imagery*
It's just awash with fog instead.
My head is nodding, my vision fading,
what little hope I had? Degrading.
And this barrenness my soul will reap,
as I lay me down to sleep.
I can only hope, as I retire,
that I do not think of things too dire.

Perhaps when I wake, in mornings light,
I'll finally find those words to write.

I liked this piece. Perhaps there was some repetition in the poem. I thought that simile worked better than truism however this is probably just personal preference. I was not sure if the repeated use of the word fight was necessary however it does establish the writers intention. Perhaps the continued switching from truism to simile could be considered distracting from the overall piece. I thought the use of meter, simile and imagery worked quite well.