Bane of a Poet!
Nothing on the page!
Only a raging blizzard of white
Without a trace of ink!
No clever phrasing…
Footprints left behind
By elusive words
Longing to be heard!
The blissful oblivion
Of the empty canvas
Pulls me into a void…
Of nothingness!
But suddenly…
My muse grows restless!
Her voice soft, yet firm.
She whispers in muted tones!
Confused at first…
I don’t recognize
The language she speaks!
Why doesn’t she just give up?
Wait a minute!
Words spilling onto the page now
Like a crowd gathering
Eagerly anticipating
An important arrival!
And the poet has been set free!
© Annabel Sheila
Regis
Daniel
Sheila
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Blessings,
Christine
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Your south-western friend, Mark