Writers Block

Cannot convey thoughts I deem Cannot display my idealistic schemes Words are there, at the tip of my tongue Memories of the past, when I was young For some odd reason the words won’t flow Putting them all together is processing slow My minds drawing a blank; I cannot think My pen sits in idle, full of lively ink I guess today is not the day for poetry to present A writer’s block continuing; I guess it wasn’t meant © Stacy Lynn Stiles