Blank Page

I sit and stare at the blank white page And I wonder what I could possibly write Nothing is coming to me today And I am not feeling especially bright I am not sure what has happened Or why I have drawn this blank I have written some wonderful works It could be my talent has shrank I usually write with something to say But the blank page is still there And today it seems is not a good day For me to write something to share But I will try again tomorrow Something surely will come to me then This must have happened to me before But right now I can’t remember just when I will look at this page tomorrow Then drink some coffee and ponder What could I possibly write today? And see this blank page is no longer Connie Moore 2/9/14