Is It My Poetry's Nadir? Poem by Dr John Celes

What shall I write about?
My mind appears empty;
My thoughts seem ebbing out;
Is it some writer's cramps?

My poetic spree has toughed nadir;
Good themes are hardly found;
My precious time is hanging out;
My poesy's at standstill.

I strain my mind and search within;
I scan my heart for feelings missed;
I scour my brain for topics new;
I comb my soul for paths untrod.

I cannot give up writing yet;
I've climbed my poesy's peak;
'Tis time to make my downward trek;
I search the skies for signals strange.

But I shall not give up as yet;
May be, I ought to learn new things;
And open new vistas in space,
Discovering new galaxies.

Perhaps, 'tis time to read poems;
Perhaps, 'tis time to re-edit;
Perhaps, 'tis time to rest awhile,
Until a door opens anew!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 16-09-2014