Blocked by Ian Lewis Copestick

Ian Copestick, Poetry


I haven’t written a word,
or had an idea, in nearly
two weeks.
I have to admit that this
scares me. It’s not that I
think that the world is
suffering due to the lack
of my scribblings, but I know
that I am, I’m absolutely
What can I be if I’m not a
writer ?
That’s been part of my self
image, and helped me to go
on for the last twenty years.
If that’s not who or what I am
then who the fuck am I ?
What the fuck am I ?
But, if I write about  not being
able to write, doesn’t that mean
that I am still a writer ?
I hope so.
I’ll have to see how it goes.