I love to write poems with images that sing

with metaphors and similes and similar things.

But today, my heads aches and my brain can’t compose;

I need help writing poetry, not simply prose.

 

Is there some secret formula hidden from me

that someone can share to set my Muse free.

It’s hour number four closing fast, I’m forlorn.

Maybe I need a bowl of popcorn.

 

No, that would be silly and messy and yuck;

I just need to hang in and I’ll get unstuck.

So blank page, you’re no help when words won’t come

so you just keep quiet while I twiddle my thumbs