Quill and ink

Quill and ink (Writer’s block)

If your drive to be creative

Won’t get past second gear

And your need to be inventive

Lacks a new idea

Turn off your word processer

And think about Shakespeare

All he had was his quill and ink

For his entire career

People say we'll never see

Another Stratford Bard

And To be or not to be

Many still regard

As Shakespeare’s magnum opus

His genius trump card

And all he had was his quill and ink

To go that extra yard

He wrote a piece on suicide

Along with the suggestion

That life’s not an easy ride

And death requires reflection

How many drafts rewritten 

Before he reached perfection

Did he get tired of his quill and ink?

That is indeed the question

You might spend a fruitless hour

Staring at a screen

Feeling it’s beyond your power

To write down what you mean

But if you feel despondent

Think how it must have been

For Shakespeare with his quill and ink

Struggling with a scene 

If your imagination

Feels like a dead end street

And writing bears relation

To a dead horse being beat

Think of Shakespeare striving

As you press delete

Putting down his quill and ink

And tearing up a sheet

If a phase of writer’s block

Is making you depressed

And you’re churning out a crock

And getting more obsessed

Not knowing when to quit things

You’ll never be your best

Even he with his quill and ink

Sometimes had to rest

If you want to be successful

And shine amongst your peers

But what you write looks dreadful

Compared against Shakespeare’s

Turn off your word processer

It can only end in tears

They’ve marvelled at his quill and ink

For the last four hundred years

But we all get frustrated

No doubt he struggled too

And he must have felt elated

The way most people do

When they finally achieve

Whatever goal’s in view

Even he with his quill and ink

Was human just like you