Lying awake in bed, feeling ready to write
The morning light feels much too bright
Searching in my head for ideas to write about
Will today’s words offer and deliver much clout?
Sitting, sitting, and sitting . . . nothing!
Why can’t my mind create something?
Perhaps more coffee will warm up my mind
Hoping that a possible idea may soon be mine
Do all writers usually feel this way?
With little or nothing to really say
Hunger offers me a necessary break
A filling breakfast, now I will make
Finished eating and returning to my writing table
My satisfied appetite doesn’t make me anymore able
Struggling through another writer’s block
My eyes continue to watch the ticking clock
Wow! This short poem that I create
Now, it will fulfill my writer’s fate