(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.

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  • Daveyboyz

    If it brought about this poem it was worth it in the end.

  • orchidee

    You got that... gin?? Have a drink. Ya might get more words then! Sober ones! heehee.

    • lasergraph

      Haha. I never drink to excess anyway, at least not in about 45 years.

    • Accidental Poet

      Sometimes that which eludes us comes about in it's own way. Well done Ed.

      • lasergraph

        Patience is its own reward it seems. The blank page can be a scary place.

        • Accidental Poet

          And a breeding ground for a great poem. ; )

        • Christina8

          This is great! Always enjoy your poems, laser.

          • lasergraph

            Thank you. I appreciate that.

          • Goldfinch60

            That blank page obviously attracted these fine words laser.

            • lasergraph

              When it's blank you got to fill it with something.

            • LaurašŸŒ»

              You did it again, Laser!
              You found the solution.
              You certainly did fill that blank page with a fine write!


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