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
Thinking — in one — being out of sight may be a beautiful, explosive, meditative thing. Please do not associate it with negativity. 😉
Tom. I was not being negative, just bemoaning that I could not get the words to rhyme. Thanks for commenting.
Ah, yes, i understand. Sometimes doing poetry is especially difficult if the stars are not aligned in your favor on a particular day. 😉
A poem about not being able to write a poem. Twisted!
Well, that’s me…