I sip my coffee in the Morn,
I search for words to write,
But search upon search brings no result,
As my brain puts up a fight.
I have no idea, today, for a poem,
The words will not make sense to me,
Why cannot I write fast today?
Why has the Muse left me?
Can I find a theme in distant thoughts
That’ll bring verses to the fore?
Or will the reason for this lack
Be lost for evermore?
I stir my coffee in the Morn,
I drink it, sip by sip,
Until I’ve drunk the whole darn cup,
And I’ve written no sense yet,
Except to convey to you today,
How the Muse has gone away.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 20 November 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes isn't that the way it is wanting a poem no poem comes but then there it is good work