This is when
my mind goes blank
and all I can do
is write about
what I can't do.
I have a problem.
I feel like an infant
playing with writer's-blocks.
Nice imagery and a neat solution to a problem everyone experiences at one time or another
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
don't mean to make this a habit, but i was thinking one more line at the end: 'Today, all I can spell is you.'