Stop sign

Tonight I find I just can’t find The words That rhyme My way. I must accept. And so reflect Perhaps it’s not my day.

Blockhead

Have you ever experienced the urge To create a poetic, titanic, splurge Of emotion and passion Of great clarity That moves all your readers And speaks to the soul. But then you set paper to pen (Or these days your laptop opens) And instead of a torrent A trickle comes forth Your words remain twisted…