(c) 2018 Edward York
I was sitting poised for writing,
I just needed time to think.
I filled my glass with ice cubes,
And poured myself a drink.
The screen was right before me,
The keyboard was set to write.
I just needed some inspiration,
But none would come that night.
The page just sat there waiting,
All crisp and glowing white,
In hopes that there would be magic,
And I would find the words to write.
All subjects seemed evasive,
All thoughts seemed to fade away.
The empty page sat teasing,
No words were there to say.
So the page just remained empty,
The thoughts had gone away.
Any words that might be coming,
Will have to wait another day.