i've read lots of poems on the topic of 'writer's block'...this one is superior...wonderful...as always. when you are handed lemons...you make lemonade...this time is no different.

Woah... This poem is just... woah. so cool. Love the imagery.

Wow, great descriptions- very vivid, unique, intense- i enjoyed it a lot and look forward to reading more of your stuff. Oh is Tiki your cat or something?

I was struck by the brilliant imagery. It's wonderful that you've managed to turn writer's block into such beatiful natural images. Well done.

I loved this piece. You've got such a developed style. Keep writing!

wow

Nice and visual. So much so that it's impossible for me to imagine writer's block in such a setting. The fire. The rain colored sky. OOh. Anyway, I work in downtown Syracuse, and I'm familiar with the unfortunates roaming the streets at high noon, locked in their own worlds, shouting at threats no one else can see. You captured them well. You capture everything well.

i love your poems. they're always very unique and profound. i like descriptions of the "rain colored sky" and eyes "painted by the blue light of February"

Nice revelation of personal experience or short autobiographical piece. I enjoyed the comparison of winter to the inability to write freely. These two stanzas expressed an odd, yet intriguing contrast of feelings:

"The cool, crisp winter chokes
my lungs, constricts my blood.
Feels good.

It's harder to write verse
in the cruel winter months.
Harder to connect sense
to word.
Harder to draw
conclusions. There are too many distractions."

I hope this poem finds a home in a magazine, Lowell.
:-)

I have a BIRD named Tiki. Annoys the heck outta me:) But anyway, this is really good. I would like to (again) tell you how much I love your stuff. You are by far my favourite poet on this site (from what I have read). Keep it up. Or else.