DRAWING A BLANK
Setting up a rhyme
When you have a blank mind
Is very challenging
So, I sit and twist my ring
Scenarios fly in
And then they fly back out
Nothing takes to seed
Nothing to write about
But still, I look around
Inspiration can spring up fast
If only I could find some
And write something at last
I wonder if a painter
Ever stares at a canvas blank
Then peers numbly at all the colors
As their hopes dropped – and sank
Maybe it’s a passing fad
Or maybe it’s just me
But, I had to write something
It’s who I’ve come to be
