My mind is blank, I cannot think,
my muse has gone astray
much like these lines bereft of ink,
all ideas been erased.
If only something would inspire
thoughts for some catchy verse;
evocative, emotive, or
amusing, sharp and terse.
But alas, my brain’s in neutral,
my synapses cease to snap.
Having taken pen from pocket,
I’ll just put the damned thing back!
Pete Stratford 17.6.11
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