Searching For My Mojo Poem by cheryl davis miller

It seems it’s been forever
since last I felt the joy
of speaking words out of my heart
one thing that I enjoy.

If you've ever picked up pen and pad
then slammed into a wall,
you know exactly how it feels
to have your 'mojo' stall.

Each day your more frustrated
emotions spiral out of control.
It’s like a constipation;
in your poor poetic soul.

You wonder just how long this time
this writers block will last.
Then recall the dreadful length
of droughts out of your past.

So tonight I came to lie beneath
the sky and just look up.
Hoping God and nature will
fill up my 'mojo' cup.

Lo and behold my faithful Friends
have sparked me once again.
I think Their peace and beauty
has caused my writers block to end.

c.d.m.8/7/09