A light bulb moment after passing through a wall of rhyme. |
Like a passing thought which skillfully alludes my grasp Inspiration for writing lost in the passage of days Staring at landscapes overcome by the beauty that is Spring I crumple page upon page for the words fail to flow Sitting in the window becoming one with the rain It's said this is good writing weather but I can't bear that out Like a sinister plot ideas remain at bay Sum total of my writing is simply reviewing I fear And swearing an oath to all I hold dear I'll sit at this keyboard For as long as it takes No coffee, no cigarettes No endless short breaks No time for excuses No hiding in chat I'm going to post something Even if it falls flat Inertia it creates will finally break the hasp Like a passing thought which skillfully alluded my grasp Inspiration for writing is found in the commitment of time Staring at landscapes overcome by the beauty that is Spring I crumple page upon page for I am in search of the right words Sitting in the window becoming one with the rain I bask in the darkness as my words also shower Like a sinister plot that true thought has foiled Fruit of my writing has begun its ripening today |