S O S - Writer Down

An inspiration surges through your brain. If only you can organize, maintain Your poignant words, a slingshot to release, With measured aim, this writer's block defeat. You tally once, then twice and start again With phrasing even you don't understand. You feel your venture crash against a wall And watch your efforts shatter, as they fall. Another golden moment from your past, On stanza two, You read your lines, aghast. You have no weapon strong enough to wield, The composition slows, then limps and yields. The message, once so clear, has left your mind. The task you started, now you leave behind. Your head, still full of thoughts, but none engage. You grant a rest to your exhausted page. Gene Bourne. 06-12-14 .