A Library Visit
“My friend, I hate to
bother again,
but I’m having a
bit of a problem.”
“Oh ho?”
“Yes, you see, I’m
writing a book –”
“A book!”
“A book,
yes indeed.”
“Splendid, old chap!
What’s it on, then?
What is the
genre of choice?”
“Well, that is the problem,
my kindest of sirs –
I seem to have
lost my voice!”
“Poppycock, man!
You’re being absurd –
you’re speaking to me
right now!”
“No, no, my friend,
I don’t mean this voice;
I mean the voice of my pen.
The muse of my mind
has left me for dead,
and the wells of my soul
have run dry!
Tirelessly have I tried to write,
but the words elude my page!”
“It sounds to me
like writer’s block.”
“Yes, that’s precisely it!
Curse upon curses,
I’ve hit a brick wall,
and now I cannot move!”
“Balderdash, man,
you’re making a scene!
You’ve just hit a bump
in the road.
Give it a rest
for a day – three or so –
and let your mind
refresh.”
“You think that’s all
I need to do?”
“Yes, good sir, I do.
The problem is that you have
worn out your mind in
thinking of what
next to write.
You cannot insist on
writing at all
when you don’t even know
where your words
have all fled!
My friend, you just
need to rest.”
“Really, my friend,
that’s all I need?
I simply need to rest?”
“If a doctor I were,
I would order it now,
and insist that you
do as you’re told.”
“Thank you, old chap,
for telling me so –
I feel much better now.”
“Anytime, my
worrisome friend.
Now, let us be off
for some tea.”
Reflection
Who am I to you?
You don’t know me,
you don’t own me.
After all is said and done
We’re always standing
at square one.
You never listen,
only hear –
I’m tired of fighting
to bend your ear!
I’ve made my point
perfectly clear,
but you don’t get it,
you don’t even care!
Late Night Stargazing
“What say you
of dreams,
dear chap?”
“Of dreams,
good sir?”
“Indeed.
What would
you say
they are?”
Biscuits in the Parlour
“What’s your
opinion
on music,
my friend?”
“I don’t know
if it is
that I have one!”
Chess in the Park
“What do you
make of time,
old friend?
“Whatever
do you mean?”
“Time, good chap,
or rather how
it moves across
one’s life.”
Lunch at the Station
“What do you think
of immortality,
sir?”
“What do I
think of what?”
“What do you think
of immortality,
sir?
What if one
could live
forever?”
Fireside Reading
“Dear friend, what
do you make
of love?”
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“Love. What do
you think
it is?”
(Another) Afternoon Stroll – Revision!
“Are we standing
up, or are we
hanging
upside down?”
“By George, what
kind of query
is that?”
Afternoon Stroll
“Are we standing
up, or are we
hanging upside down?”
“By George, what
kind of query
is that?”
