To: The World
From: Connie
Because poetry comes out when nothing else will...
Dedicated to Melz:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Writer's Block
Staring at the whitest page,
Curser blinking on and off.
Where's my muse? Oh where's my sage?
Writing nothing incites rage,
But can't write this sorry stuff.
Having lots of half-spun thoughts,
And ideas without a pen.
But this battle can't be fought,
For the cure to this is naught,
And I cannot win.
So much that I want to say:
Lacking words that sound just right.
I will waste away the day
Knowing not one other way
To write.
From: Connie
Because poetry comes out when nothing else will...
Dedicated to Melz:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Writer's Block
Staring at the whitest page,
Curser blinking on and off.
Where's my muse? Oh where's my sage?
Writing nothing incites rage,
But can't write this sorry stuff.
Having lots of half-spun thoughts,
And ideas without a pen.
But this battle can't be fought,
For the cure to this is naught,
And I cannot win.
So much that I want to say:
Lacking words that sound just right.
I will waste away the day
Knowing not one other way
To write.
*Cough* Not to be a nazi, but faught is really distracting.
ReplyDeleteYou could just write fought and it would look ok...
Thank you for the spell check. I will fix that, and assume that you liked the rest. Because I'm a happy person.
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