Poetry Was No Longer My Thing

I decided that poetry was no longer my thing Ideas were not coming, falling off my back, sliding onto my desk. I shut down my computer and stopped thinking of words. My list-making ceased. I was done. It was over. Kaput. This lasted about three days, but then bam. The muses were back in full force, and I began filling up notebooks. I had to have a place to put these missives. What better place than Poetry Soup? So forty-nine hours later, I was back.