UNINSPIRED
Here I sit again uninspired
No pencil no pen no keyboard desired
I have to write or I have to play
It is my life but just not today
A pen is just plastic
Pencil is wooden stick
Wouldn't it be fantastic
If I could wave it
And have it create
My great emerald escape
From writers block and lost
Fire or desire to make
A funny limerick lemon
With sweet and sour rhymes
Or stories graced within them
Red romance of a valentine
Or if words escape me
Can the melody jump from inside
And my pink piano playing
Inspire tears of beauty from blue eyes
Nope not tonight
There shall be no such delight
So eyes shall read by moons light
The poems online I find
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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