A Wall

Actually, I think I hit it yesterday, or maybe even on Saturday. The poems had been coming fairly easily, which surprised me. But now, not so quickly. It's not that my mind is blank (that happens, but I usually have too much going on in my mind), but that what is starting to come out is NOT what I want to write. Like the poem I started this morning. I can feel the resistance in me to going to the places this poem wants to go. That's not good. Both the direction and the resistance. It's one of those dilemmas that seem to constantly fill my life. So, I'm gonna take a walk and see what happens.