At a Loss For Words

Where’s that darn cocktail napkin where I scribbled my first lines The next verse was scrawled on an envelope tucked in my coat Then Sunday at the beach, I etched a stanza in the sand After taking a swim, waves had distorted what I wrote The idea’s there; I have it, but I cannot jot it down As my eyelids grow heavy and into dreamland I’m drawn Bits and pieces of poetry rush forth in dreams forgotten When morning sun streams through the room and my eyes greet the dawn Profound thoughts they must have been to leave me with such despair Finally I sit at my computer, stare at a blank screen Hours pass and still no words have managed to retrieve Sometimes it’s so frustrating I just hang my head and scream