Charlie Knowlton Poet Free verse

A Summer Drought

No verse or vision 
                            no poems to tout.
   
                            I`ve no creation 
                            ideas to spout.

                            I scratch my head
                            and sit about.

                            Shooting blanks 
                            I curse and pout.

                            Then just like that
                            I feel the clout.

                            Imagery flows 
                            in colorful sprouts.

                            Riddles and rhymes  
                            no artistic drought.
                       
                            I just picked up my pen 
                            and forgot about trout.

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Lawrence Sharp August 3, 2018 at 12:25 AM Perfect structure and pace; quirky and creative as ever. Good write. Charlie Knowlton August 3, 2018 at 4:20 AM Thanks for reading, liking and your response Lawrence.

Line Gauthier August 2, 2018 at 9:33 PM Fun poem, Charlie. Charlie Knowlton August 3, 2018 at 4:21 AM Thank you Line. I have been stuck for a bit. I think poems come easier the other seasons.

Sand Blown August 2, 2018 at 6:32 PM I really have to get out fishing Charlie Knowlton August 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM I`ll pick you up…What beach do you live on Sand?