Idle Time Lurking

On idle days, the pointers of inspiration slow down... With nothing new on the front, life is slow too... I'm on the prowl waiting for events... I watch the sunrise, and the sun goes down to dusk... I watched the rain that didn't come, my distant love that didn't match me... I understood, then that no poem occurred to me, nor any poetry I wrote... I'm still on the prowl of a busy novel days that bring me inspiration not voidness !