A Wondering What To Write

A Wondering What to Write...... a wondering at what to write was I, really pondering at my station, of trying to push on through a thing that all scribblers hate; a writers-block of all things. no what, when or where not a skerrick from me pen; all inspirations gone Kaput! only naught, not a thing, zilch! really nothing to inspire the urge in order to let letters, flow accordingly. then; in a flash of sheer brilliance, it’s back to basics go! for if I were to be a great poet so of some description, and free from inhibitions be, I would describe my feelings so in a highly imaginative way. or if I was a troubadour; from my pen would come lines of love in a lyrical sense. then again you see; even a sonnet spinner I would be of fourteen lines laid poetic down would do for me. suddenly! right there; there is hope in the air of becoming a yarn spinner of note, of weaving and rambling on with quotes, ‘bout tall tales of distant pasts with a yarmulke on me head. So here was I my friend a wondering what to write…. Francis Cooper - Mac