Writer's Block, We'Ve All Been Here

Pen in hand, a thought provoked I can’t find the words I can’t find the strokes all jumbled up like a flock of birds. I’ll take a break, it’ll come to me A cup of tea, a slice of cake I’ll write my works, you just wait and see. Epiphanies inside my mind, make no mistake They are there I feel them in the back of my mind. They need to surface, need to break through. I wish I could see them I feel quite blind. The frustration mounts, but nothing I can do. Eureka! It’s there Finally seeing clear. No Longer fuzzy, no more little quirks This pen it’s working the words I hold dear I start my verse, My Master works Roses are Red Violets are….OH BOLLOCKS!!!