Writer's Block Some words just strolled in unannounced, But most hid in the wings, afraid of forgetting their definitions, And so they simply waited there, till the end of the play, when the curtain rose and the audience leaved, the mist cleared and the lights dimmed. You closed your eyes and so went another long dark night. Then came day, a new play, a new stage. Audiences milled in, expectant and fresh. They had seen the posters: The hottest words, the grande dames, the rising starlets. The exotic "Zeitgeist" jostled with the classic "time" The newbie " ear worm" fawning over " resonance ", the old timer. Enough of those shameless ones, again we saw a quieter group, anxious, reciting their definitions,Unceased, till the director interrupted, and they broke into nervous shambles. Again the lights shone and the play had begun, in the heat of excitement, " follicles" forgot his definition, " mollified" tore her hair in frustration, and "rumba" tripped over his own feet. "Tipsy" ran on stage to announce technical failure. "Poesy" cried over her ruined ringlets. And the director called it quits. Within the wings stirred some clandestine smileys, Some wondrous upheavals of relief, Or some blessed sighs. Sometimes it is safer to remained concealed in the wings which none could see, Then be exposed and stark under the harsh spotlights, That never forgot a mistake no matter big or small, A transposed alphabet, a switch of periods, a wrong accent or the sudden "s"' In the deep recesses of my presumptuous writer's mind, Perhaps some words were never meant to be, Some words were to be left undisturbed or urged, Some words censored, others blocked. And suddenly a writer's block seemed a trivial matter indeed, We seek truce with words, We find not enemies, Neither are we friends, We simply need each other- A writer and her words.