My mind is blocked, I cannot think
Subjects galore to pen my prose
But my lazy pen just lays there and snores.
Beautiful thoughts lie in my head, they
won’t jump on the paper, they probably
gave up and went to bed.
Three poems I did write, but my heart wasn’t
In them, nor my head. In fact, today, I
Officially claim my imagination dead.
I wrote my prose, it offends the nose, something like this one does.
Don’t worry, I haven’t died, this little thing is
Just a bookmark for when I come back to life.
I’ll get back to me, one day you’ll
see. My pen will thrive, we’ll all know
I’m alive. Today I think I’ll sleep.
Regis
Susan
I know that feeling well!
Just what we need today! I did this after two typhoons and canceled orders from customers. Fretting adds to face lines and upsets my mood, and sleep is bliss. I'd say this is a very nicely written poem, by one who's "sleep-writing" (joke). Nice bookmark.
Cynthia
John
Be always safe,
Karen