The Wait For Inspiration Poem by Edwina Reizer

It’s a dismal day outside again.
The clouds and rain are here.
My pen is calling out to me
“I will comfort you my dear.”

So here I sit writing these words
waiting for inspiration.
The thoughts will come if I’m patient.
and if not, desperation.

How many times have I used this pen
to calm myself before?
My hand could probably tell you.
But the rest of me is unsure.

Maybe I need to take a rest
and put my words to sleep.
Or maybe this pen is tired from my hand
and the ink is starting to weep.

Whatever the case, the day’s still dismal
and the inspiration is waning.
And this pen that’s written 3,099 poems
has started in complaining.