A Frozen Hand

Written by Danielle E. Pasqua

Copyright ©  January 3, 2020





All writers suffer

From a frozen hand

Even if they make

Their plan

To write until dawn

Never taking one yawn

But then the ice age

Of the writer hits

And its pain

Is one they can’t forgive

It then won’t move at all

And it stands still in time

To loosen its joints

Is the only thing

That the writer has in mind

But every writer knows

Once the creative temperature will rise

Then the hands will be liquid, not ice

Soon it will warm like a tropical ocean

Every idea that the writer has will flood open

Then the poetry they make will remain unbroken