The words are yet to be written upon the page.
Swimming, maundering through the brain.
Slipping and diving under the tongue.
Rafting and bobbing rough waters for the thumb.
When the vowel brinks, consenants shift,
no paddle, floating up the crick.
The dilemma remains unsolved,
while the embryonic words remain loved.
this is interesting and kind of mysterious in a way. I like how you described the words floating in swimming in your mind, but other lines like 'When the vowel brinks, consenants shift' are kind of thrown in there I think. it needs some polishing in my opinion. hopefully you can do it and don't face writer's block anymore. I know how much that sucks cause I'm struggeling with it right now too.
I don't really like it. It's 'funny' in a way how you used canoeing the relate to writer's block, but I think some lines were a bit...well not something I enjoy reading. I don't like to sound so negative and down on it..but.."When the vowel brinks and consenants shift"? I think this sounds like it was just thrown in there, I don't know. But yeah it was cute all in all. You spelled "consonants" wrong.
I think this is an interesting piece. I like the concept. You have some good word choices. I really like the last line, which I believe is the strongest, and stands out the most. If you want to read a bad writer's block poem, I have one called No Storm Brewin' It was about my inablility to brainstorm