wondering why I am out of ideas
I stare at the page where I have written one word
it is the word I usually start with when I am out of ideas
the word is jumping
it’s not complete
I stopped at jump
feeling stagnant, thinking this word over used and trite
why do I always start out with this word?
the incomplete word jump stares at me as JUM
I had not gotten any further
I try a new spot
If I am outside, maybe nature will inspire me
I watch my dogs run around barking furiously
they might sound ferocious to you, to me they are babies
nothing else comes out of my pen
I sit down and stare into the shadows of summer
wondering why I am out of ideas
maybe even out of words
something small and dark darts out of the woods
I follow it with my eyes as it makes a getaway under bushes
was that a cat? I have no idea, but it moved fast
I stare at the page, wondering if there is anything good enough to write.
Not yet.
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