Writer's Block

Floating on a restless sea, my mind, it wanders far. Mental ecstasy. Brilliant thoughts led astray; ink, of which reads sub par. Storming on a summer’s day, ink is no good when the mind draws blank; emotions stuck to the inside of a honey jar. A step from the edge of the plank; soul dive into the deep blue. Left and right collide in a mental spar, fills my head with thoughts anew. Rolling down the steepest side of a hand-made clay bowl, wrestles the wall ajar, bringing new light to the soul. Take a walk with me, on an imagination spree; who’d ever think I’d be knocked off the block, by a homeless townie named K.P.?