Writer's Block

I stare blankly at the cursor on the screen Watching it as it blinks off and on. Searching for one small thought or idea A spark that can be built upon In the hands of an author or poet words are a powerful tool In the right hands can make you rich And the wrong, will make you look like a fool When the poets words have stalled Or when the thoughts and ideas have died It becomes figuratively as if The poet’s hands are tied Without words and ideas to build upon A poets page will remain blank and bare So until a thought appears in my mind At this page I will blankly stare 6/6/2021