by Michelle Seyner28 Sep 2019
(dedicated to all writers, but poets in particular)
I really don't know what to say -
the urge to WRITE hit me today,
what got into me, I do not know it;
I CANNOT write - I am a POET!
My Writer's Block, to my surprise
went off to search for bluer skies
and now I'm here, with no good use
for this well-prepared, sweet Muse
that whispers rhymes inside my ear,
get her OUT, she is TOO NEAR,
everyone knóws a Poet's standing
comes from long-time súffering,
from being brooding, uninviting,
from never ever-ever WRITING
I have no purpose for this Muse:
is there a way to set her loose?
It's too horrible to even SAY:
I almost, ALMOST, wróte, today
but I just hid my pen and glasses,
I'll wait it out until it passes....
28 September 2019.