What Shall I Do

WHAT SHALL I DO? My sleepy, drowsy mind finds A blurry hindrance now incline; No flickering flow to define A fragment that reveals in kind. I stare with fuzzy feelings blind Not knowing what words flood or ooze; A writer's block in spite of booze Can write no wrong in cryptic signs. No signal in the least can hint The odd thinking that screams aghast; No pleasure of the remote past Can move the groove of a clear tint. Here I sit in idle wait to write A vivid verse where stanzas glee; Wait at the gate where soul flings free The splurge of feelings where words cite. "What shall I do?" my wait relates To certain trust to faith most clear; Focus quite still that prompting dear That fashions poetry that's not late. No need to blame my fate for this Journey journal of lovely writes; For in the cause of seeking cite My stumble on such subtle bliss. That inspirational mood comes As if the soul must reveal thought; Watch words confront feelings to slot A jazzy wave beyond mere sums. Thus the moments verge on the brink As if some inner light knows best; Swift and crisp writes flood fond inquest In a sense beyond sense I think. Leon Enriquez 26 October 2017 Singapore