On writing poems
Staring at the white space of this page
Nothing comes out, my eyes are glazed,
Struggling to put words together, to write
But they elude me now, the words don't come out right.
I am drawing a blank!
No inspiration and feeling frustration.
Is it my lack of concentration?
So many subject matters to discuss
Why can’t I just on one thing focus?
Millions have written about love and lust
Hatred, compassion, joy, desperation!
Families, friends, religion and politics
But, for the love of me, on nothing I am transfixed!
On writing prose, I do much better
For I am able to express myself clearer
The flow just comes so naturally
But at writing poems, I am so rusty!
Limited has become my vocabulary
And the challenge is getting everything to rhyme!
Perhaps, at the right time, upon an inspiration
The words will flow smoothly, and magic will happen!
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