My toys are all laid out to see
A list of prompts to inspire me
Computer lit up – keyboard in wait
Paper and pens’ appetite to sate
But the most important “toy” of all
The muse that keeps me in it’s thrall
My brain is dead, a dry lump of clay
No one, it seems, want to come out and play
Cassie and Kell won’t answer the door
Katie is mad at Mary Sue, once more
Glenna and John and the girl are asleep
The wizard and his lady are making out – I peeped
Do I force, ignor, make it a chore
Or let it alone, let it marinate more
Is it gone or just refusing to speak
Did it break, hide away, spring a leak?
I’m not in a panic but frustration looms
I hope that it finds its way home soon
I’ll finish this rhyme and hope for the best
I’m afraid I’m failing if this is a test
Let it marinate, and marinate yourself in one very cold river or swimming pool. Cassie and Kell are undoubtedly cooking up something very tasty for you.
This is where the all-important trust comes in.
Or was that another version of Van Morrison making a song out of “I’d Love to Write Another Love Song” on Avalon Sunset and then following with the sublime “Coney Island”?
ah Van Morrison
When noone steps on my dreams
there’ll be days like this
When people understand what I mean
there’ll be days like this
When you bring out the changes
of how everything is
Well my momma told me
there’ll be days like this
If I can’t find some peace of mind I’ll have to settle for finding a pool LOL
Thanks
Playing isn’t easy, it seems. Terrific way to use the prompt!
Wonderful use of prompts. LOve this
Very clever great poem
Clever. I like it.
You did really well for being in a dry spell, Dee. I’m there myself. I’m so uptight I can’t see straight. My atenna’s knocked off and I can’t pull in whatever channel free-flowing creativity is broadcasting on! And as disappointing as that is, it’s just the way it is. “They†say, write anyway. So that’s what I did and it’s a piece of shit. At least you did something creative with your stuckness! : )
Some days are just like that. Sounds like you, like me, are waiting for another kind of someday. I sure enjoyed your imaginative response to a creative drought, though.