I wanted to write a poem today
But no words came
Not a one.
As if my muses were on holiday
Moved out
Needed a break.
Sit and ponder though I
Of metaphors and figures of speech
Twist words into meaning
Profound
Profundity abounding.
But instead a blankness descended
Engulfed me in shadows
Laid me in the waste land
Said come again another day.
I wanted to write a poem today
But no words came
Not a one!
I sat and read of being lost
I related to that
My mind floats in a vortex
Where there is no beginning no end
Just a ceaseless void
An abyss to fall into
Where demons rejoice at my lack of lustre
Ridicule any attempt at lucidity
Chaos rules supreme
A jumble of words
Meaninglessness
Maybe I should come back another day.
I wanted to write a poem today
But no words came
Not a one.
I read some Eliot,
Lord Alfred even
Shakespeare only offered impediment
No clue to the gist of anything
Myths they said try that
What? Why? How?
Bunyips came to mind
They live in my back creek
Nasty characters but we do get on
The attention would embarrass
They embrace anonymity.
Maybe I should come back another day?
Morpethroad 
If this is “muses left” situation, I can’t imagine when muses come again 🙂 So beautiful, and also Eliot makes me feel better always in poetry, Thank you, muses, The sun and beauty be with you always, Love, nia
Thank you Nia for your beautiful comment. Have a good day.
If this is not writing poetry, there is no need for worry or tears. I imagine any poet would love writer’s block like this 😀
Thank you Lyn, it was a fun piece in some ways to play with the idea of not being able to write.
I think you did well for not being able to write my friend 🙂
Thank you Jenny, amazing what you can write when you think you can’t.
Nods uh-huh
The perfect poem for the inability to write poems for National Poetry Day. I just found this Robert Lowell quote earlier today which resonates with this (why bother to write at all?):
But sometimes everything I write
with a threadbare art of my eye
seems a snapshot.
lurid, rapid, garish, grouped,
heightened from life,
yet paralyzed by fact.
All’s misalliance.
Hi Marina, I didn’t know there was a National Poetry Day. Sometimes I like the idea of writing saying one thing when in actual fact you are doing the opposite. It could be my bizarre sense of humour at play. I did like Mr Lowell’s quote. Thanks so much for commenting.
I love that “Shakespeare only offered impediment” you have written quite well about writer’s block! I enjoyed it very much and that photo is it something you made? I love it
No my son’s art work. Thanks Yves for your visit and comment.
His art is amazing! Is it sold anywhere?
It’s actually sold around the world. There is a range of scarves coming out in November, I’ll send you the link.
Please do Michael =)
http://www.skarfe.com/lucasgrogan
Thanks Michael I will have a look now =)
Thanks they are impressive I think.
They are gorgeous! Your son is so gifted =)
Yes he is doing very well. A Hong Kong ceramics company is soon to bring out a range of ceramic plates with his design on them a well. The national gallery of Australia recently purchased one of his art works.
Oh wow that is amazing Michael! I will be excited to see the ceramics =)
I am not sure they are available as yet, I will ask him if so send you the link.
Whenever they are I would love to see =)
Love Lucas’s work. The poem of not being able to write poetry was clever. I liked it. Well done as usual Michael.
Thank you Jackie, appreciate you as always.