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