A Poets Dilemma
Your pen is poised, eager to create
The paper lays ready, it can’t wait
Searching your mind for inspiration
Emotion soars with anticipation…
Looking around, you search for a spark
You hear the sweet singing of a lark
Out your window, squirrels are playing
And leaves flutter on branches swaying…
The smell of coffee, a breakfast scone
An urge to write like you’ve never known
As you sit quietly in your soft chair
There must be inspiration somewhere…
Coffees gone, and no more muffin
Alas, I’ll admit… “I got nothin’”
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