Timothy Mcguire Poet Limerick

Drawing a Blank

Twirling this pen in my hand
Trying to lay down some words if I can
I'm drawing a blank
From my poetry bank
No words written since I began

You say no way this could be
Because you're reading these words you see
You are right to think
These lines are made of ink 
I'm not sure how they came to be

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Line Gauthier March 23, 2019 at 6:25 PM Good one, Timothy. Know what you mean. Timothy Mcguire March 28, 2019 at 9:20 PM thanks friend

Jan Allison March 23, 2019 at 5:42 PM so glad your muse didn't let you down Timothy they can be so fickle at times! the minute i get an idea I write it down or the moment is gone:-) I sleep with a notebook by my bed as I often wake with a complete poem in my head especially limericks which take me about 2 mins to write in total:-) hugs jan xx Timothy Mcguire March 28, 2019 at 9:21 PM yes! It is strange, sometimes I struggle with a poem and sometimes another flashes in my mind like a photograph already written