The very first line is all I need.
From there I can fly with incredible speed
as words just appear and fall into place.
I can fill a page all in the space
of a minute or two, line after line,
meter and rhyme, what a lovely design.
Writing a poem is not a hard task.
Just sit down to write and continue to ask:
\"What in the world shall I write today?
A sonnet, a jingle, just let the words play
and see how they fall on my clean, white page.
It\'s a poet\'s conundrum, age after age.\"
So here I sit. It\'s dark outside.
Let it be known, I really tried
to create a poem that soars with the dawn,
but my mind is so cloudy; excuse my next yawn.
It\'s not beneath me to beg and to plead:
a first line is crucial so I can proceed.
Do you happen to have a first line or two?
I\'ll be forever indebted to you.