Writer's Block   



Images dance around my head 
like the faint flickerings of light 
cast by a candle on the wall, 
remaining just beyond my grasp. 
Subtly; teasingly, they float to and fro, 
nearly landing, then wafting off once more. 
Some create bright sparks of light 
clear and compelling in the instant of their flash 
and I gasp in awe at their beauty 
like a myriad of tiny fireflies. 
Then instantly they fade once more, 
as fleeting as that elusive bug, 
and I am left groping for their memory, 
hoping they will drift this way again 
that I might capture them forever 
in the eternity of words.


 october 2001
© Janet Reid