Lying awake in bed, feeling ready to write

Morning light feeling much too bright

Searching in my head for ideas to write about

Will today’s words offer and deliver much clout?

Sitting, thinking, and sitting . . . nothing!

Why can’t my mind create something?

Perhaps more coffee will warm up my mind

Hoping that possible ideas may soon be mine

Do all writers usually feel this way?

With little or nothing to really say

Hunger offers quick, necessary break

Nutritious breakfast, now I will make

Finished eating and returning to my writing table

Satisfied appetite doesn’t make me anymore able

Struggling through another writer’s block

Tired eyes continue watching the ticking clock

Wow!  This short poem I now create

Finally, fulfilling my writer’s fate