Monday, 4 March 2013

Cribs Fibs and Lazy Nibs

A writer sits there waiting
Just in case a theme arrives
A nudge of something meaningful
Thoughts of changing other lives
Ballpoint stares at pages blank
A plot is somewhere hiding
A thesaurus is standing by
For other meanings overriding
a writer sits there vacantly
No wordy visitors in sight
As now and then the ragged pen
Will tease a twitch yet still not write
Yesterday began like this
then tumbled down to sleep
during when the idea came
from a dreamy castle keep
Those fine words visit stealthily
in clusters neatly phased
Though just as quickly vanishing
to leave a hopeful writer phrased

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