Stringing Beads

Small beads for stringing
A poem I wrote May 24th, 2015
Stringing Beads
Nothing, nothing, nothing will come
It’s driving me batty…I’ve come undone
My inner critic is laughing, it’s true
But really and truly, I’m feeling blue
No verses, no prose, not even a pun
Who ever said that writing is fun?
My mind is full of tripe and nonsense
The words are there, but they make me wince
I string them together by one and twos
Then scratch them out, too scattered to choose
How many days must this go on?
The more I try, the more I’m alone
My muse, I think, has gone on vacation
Leaving me here with no inspiration
Can’t focus on anything…my thoughts on the run
And until I catch them, the race is not done
So, now I continue to sit on the fence
Which leaves me feeling frustrated and tense
Hey, wait…wait just a darn minute
A break in the clouds…I think I’m still in it
I have an idea, and it may be silly
But, no matter the trail be rocky and hilly
I’ll give it a try…see where it leads
Thread words together, like string through the beads
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