Had a great a write in my head
Sat down started to type
Mind goes blank
Watch TV for a minute
Go back to writing
Draw another blank
Damn can't think of anything
It is a little stressful when you get something going
Then it goes running from my head
Not wanting to be found
So here I go again and wait for something to come to me
Waiting for something to inspire me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An honest lovely piece. Yeah it hapens all the time, to us poets. Nice to read yor muse again.