Ever get stuck? Think it’s just hard luck?
I thought I’d write today
Something inspired, something bright
To shimmer, catch the light
But all that came sounded trite
The day to enhance, perchance
To bring others a moment’s joy
So wit and skill employ
But, to annoy,
Nothing came, only blame
You’ve lost your touch lame brain
But then gazing at the ceiling
I thought I ought
To write about this feeling
Who does it?
What demon steals the semen?
Replaces it with negativity?
Does it enter in deep sleep?
The serpent coiled about the tree
Offering free fruit in pursuit
Of my originality
Faking, stealing from me
Replacing poetry with banality
But no, demon, for you are unmasked
And I, poet, shall honour my task
Ah, museless shall we e’er meander! Staccato at times but nice internal rhyme of demon with semen and pur-loining (nudge nudge) to follow. Mitch
Thank you, Mitch, nice of you to comment.