What do I write about today?
Because there’s nothing in my head,
I put my pencil to the paper,
But my finger movement’s dead,
I could write about surroundings,
Or what I’ve looked at on T.V,
About a woman’s pretty smile,
About a book, or rock, or tree,
I could think about the moonlight,
Or the way the seasons change,
Or about a melody I've heard,
But my options grow in range,
I could rhyme about a vision,
Or a memory I’ve had,
Maybe something soon will hit me,
But for now, my block is bad,
I have nothing now to offer,
Any word I jot is bliss,
I could not think of what to write about,
So all I have is this…
Funny how a poem about not knowing what to write about turns out to be excellent... a masterpiece i could say. This poem describes some of things that I think about when I try to write and nothing comes to mind. Good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice....i feel like that somethings! LIkes whats is left to write about, then something like that pops up and you found something! Well done! xo