it is not as the white silence of the first snow covering the wilted flowers, not the ambience of city streets of dawn before the mailman arrives. It’s not the infinite darkness in the void between stars.
this lack of words, these anemic syllables who cannot bleed, cannot breathe is hearing without listening, seeing without watching, talking without speaking;
in its drabness I am crushed beneath an unbearable lack of luminosity;
still I have to carry this; my burden of a writer’s block.
dis-inte-grating
yet the maple leaves blushes like a teenage girl when kissed by the night
Today Frank wants us to write a haibun about writer’s block at dVerse. Sometimes it’s hard to start to write but once you start, usually words start flowing.
September, 27
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh very good!
‘hearing without listening, seeing without watching, talking without speaking’
– I think that’s possibly it, in essence, in our busy lives, we fail to notice the inspiration which is all around!
Oh, that haiku sentence is beautiful.
Perfect description: “anemic syllables who cannot bleed”
Like Sarah, I love the gentleness of your haiku.
Excellent word play … especially the last line
A heroic tribute to writer’s block; double edged, for the words themselves rise up like flushed skylarks, racing across the page; as noted, terrific word-smithing creating muscular prose.
Well worded!
Wow! Nature gives her inspiration: will you accept.
Much💖love
Outstanding, Bjorn; and Allen would LOVE your Sentence!
“these anemic syllables who cannot bleed,” Nice line.
“Unbearable lack of luminosity” brings out how words actually shed light on our burdensome thought, making writer’s block all the more oppressive.
pax,
dora
You managed to overcome in quite eloquent fashion!
Beautiful.
Exquisite! I’m undone! Bravo, Bjorn!
Impressive writer’s block, Bjorn…wonderfully worded!
Nicely done! love the haiku!
Love your descriptions in this – ‘the anemic syllables’, ‘the lack of luminosity’ – fabulous write.
Real or imagined, this writers block you speak of — these words are lovely.
There, you’re officially cured now.
Thanks for letting me into this world. Lovely. Keep going. 👏
Your words flow uninterrupted and beautifully.
Certainly no writers block in this haibun. Fantastic!
How incredibly well woven… OOC, is there significance to the way you phrased “leaves blushes”?
❤
David
Not really when I wrote it
You dragged us down into despair wonderfully — I see the haiku in American sentence style, which you always got right…v good read
I really liked yours, it is so hard to comment on Medium perfectly. The imagery of debauchery was really excellent. Maybe it’s our overindulgence that blocks us more than emptiness.
As good as always.
That really captures the way words seem to disappear during a time of writer’s block. It is like the white silence of snow.
flows perfectly, particularly liked “unbearable lack of luminosity” … none of that in this post 🙂