Writer's Block

This blank page stares back up at me
waiting for my pen
To start to fill it with my thoughts
as I write once again.
But I can't find a single thing
that's on my mind right now.
I'd write a poem that didn't rhyme,
but I'm not sure I know how.
I'd try and start with "Roses are red..."
but that's been tried and done.
I'd write about my (so-called) life
but it's been so ho-hum.
I'd write about that person who
I think of all the time
But then you couldn't read it,
it would be just hers and mine.
I'd like to use some larger words
so it's not dull and drab.
Like "geomorphilogical"
for those with big vocabs.
Now going back to roses,
why are violets blue?
Their name's a shade of purple...
Does that seem strange to you?
I guess it's time to face the facts,
I haven't got a clue
What this poem is about
or where its' headed to.
It's started to turn into just
a bunch of random thoughts.
I guess that's just what happens
when I get writer's block.


Feb 1999