Titanic at Branson. It too was a dream

I sat and stared at a blank screen 
searching for words nowhere to be seen 
hoping to stir a poem from my brain 
or words that rhyme which is the same  
the longer I stared the worse it became 
I have no poems in my brain 
in fact, I have nothing to write 
all my thinking is out of sight 
this is very unusual for me 
I have no problems with poetry 
for that is the way my brain works  
thinking my thoughts all in verse 
writing them down so all can see 
my twisted thoughts in poetry. 
Written 08/17/2022. Read my other poems at https://pondblog2011.com