Poetorial

Hmm . . . relaxed and pensive- Surely there must be something For me to do. The self-confessional is sobering- As I try to push out the next great Nugget of literary genius, Without having a clue. Sure, okay, I got it! I just know some inspiration Will eventually find my need. But damn, If it doesn't happen soon, There may be nothing left to feed. I'm thinking . . . This isn't just writer's block, It's the whole damn wall! And I feel like I'm running Low on excuses, seriously, How much longer can I stall? Then it hits me- Oh my God, this is it . . ! Then just as quickly, it is gone. Frustrated now thoroughly, I Might as well go have some teeth Pulled, & a couple gallons of blood drawn. Yet finally, some ideas arrive, As my worry takes a Break before the calm. While my vision decides to Find a beach, with a gentle breeze Blowing through nearby palm. The delicate wind takes me to Places, that I have Been to before. Although with this visit, I have Double-vision, seeing the Past and present, so much more. It's as if I'm looking into a mirror, With a reflection That's perfectly clear. And with its return, my thoughts Now take shape & form . . . from My pen to paper, to a reality near.