Drawing A Blank… a silly poem

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