Where is it?
I can not plainly see;
just where can it be?
Why must I sit
in this brain fog
I stare at the page
It stares right back
How rude can it be
when I’m in a pickle
It gives me flack
while I float
through this riddle
I’m tired of searching
My muscles ache and
my aching bones groan
I’d love to escape from
this unpleasant zone
So if you see it walk by
please give me a shout
and block its way out
It’s been quite uncomfortable
living in this drought
Lauren Scott © 2014
Once again, I’m behind on reading all of your wonderful blog posts.
I’ve been working on a project, which is consuming most of my time.
I haven’t written any new poems
and actually, I need to get inspired…I can’t re-post forever!
Anyway, the real busy part should be ending soon and I’ll be
visiting you again and trying to catch up a little.
To end your week, I’m sending some “calm” to soothe your “crazy.”
Have a wonderful Friday and weekend!
Letters float with clouds in the sky
while it’s vital that I focus and drive
Inspiration has its own timing
and it’s not always perfectly aligning
I’m not penning while watching the road
yet, containing my thoughts in some crazy code
and just when I felt they were safely concealed
they drifted away on kite’s tail over field
© LScott 2013
Can you relate?
Sometimes inspiration pours
like water from a hose
full force, abundant supply
Then there are times
when the paper is stark white
and the inkwell is bone dry
I’ve been panicky and wondering
how long this drought will last
and when it departs
will it stay in the past?
Of course, there’s no way to tell
or would I hear chiming bells?
Well, one thing is for sure
Hot flashes cook brain cells!
This was inspired by my wonderful blogging sis, Deb,
as she fed me the closing line. (Thanks, Deb)
Ladies, I hope you enjoy
and Men… 🙂
© LScott 2012 – Photo Credit: Google.com