It’s called “Writer’s Block”. It happens to artists, composers; anyone who creates a unique item for others to enjoy, appreciate, or even, find inspiring.
Awhile back, a friend of mine had this problem and I wrote today’s poem as a resulting dilemma. The pictures were found on the internet. Enjoy ,,,,,,,,
At the crack of dawn, I woke up this morning
Did my blinking, stretching and yawning
With traces of dreams racing through my head
Mind and body still commanding; stay in bed
Birds were singing and the sun was shinning
Hey, I can’t just stay here in bed a whining
I should be facing this new day with glee
The world’s waiting for words written by me
I rack my fuzzy brain for an intriguing story to tell
But there are no ideas, no stories, nothing rings a bell
There must be some gitty-witty words of sage
But, alas today, my mind’s a blankity-blank page
Poem by Herm Meyer
LATER. . . . . .