Sitting in the dark of night
floor lamp glowing near my shoulder
pen is poised prepared to write.
Time tics...night just gets older.
Ideas flit through empty head.
I've written of them all before
deepwoods dawn, an old homestead,
spring time chores, recluse's door.
Lined pages refuse to fill
and stare back at my tired eyes
while my pen hand remains still.
"Inspire me!" my muse cries.
The ceiling fan spins slowly on
and the house declines to creak.
Before long it will be dawn.
Tonight no ink will flow or leak.
So I set my gear aside
then arise from my leather chair
and go to join my sleeping bride.
Someone, I'm sure, writes on somewhere.
Comments
Stan
first time I see you write about writer's block.hmmmm.Not bad.
Alid
Hi Alid
i think this might be my 2nd or 3rd poem I wrote about not being able to write lol. Thanks for the visit......stan
Hi Stan
It took you 5 stanzas to get to your bride..lol..fun apart great imagery of dealing with writer's block..
Regards,
hello raj
When one becomes decrepit it takes a bit longer to get to things lmao. Good to have you drop in.......stan
you don't me
to tell you that you are really talented even when you have writer's block
Awesome!
Hi Rula
Thank you. i guess some people will write about Anything....even having nothing to write about lol.......stan
Nice
Sometimes writing about nothing is some of the best writes
lol
There is usually a lot of nothing in my hollow head lol......stan
when you reach ur bedside ....hahahhahahaa
'''''Tonight no ink will flow or leak.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>_____________>>>>>........
eraze this line
you are still a young man
Stan
Have you counted dawns since!
Hi loved
Sometimes I feel like I'm old as dirt lol. And it's the INK which doesn't flow or leak not other fluids lol.......stan
o ur a S P O R T
IZ STAN
Humour is the only way
I control my tumour
else I would have given way
long since passed
all docs say
We all seem to have
Something chronic going on here.
And poetry is what
Seems to keep us sane