Yesterday in the morning I said to myself,
"Today I am going to write"
But somehow the day simply floated away,
Leaving me feeling contrite.
Late in the evening, as I sat with my drink,
A voice in the wind I heard.
“Can you explain why no new posts are up?
“What’s the matter?” chirped the bird.
Many hours (of introspection) later,
I remarked with quiet woe,
“I think I have a writer’s block,
My thoughts are refusing to flow!”
However, the voice concluded,
That wasn't a good enough excuse.
It left me feeling embarrassed,
So desperately I turned to my muse.
“Maybe you are trying too hard," he said,
"Just let your thoughts run free.
You’ll soon see how a seed of thought,
Will grow into a giant tree.”
So here I am with my paper and pen,
Waiting for that thought to bloom,
Meanwhile, let me assure you folks,
The posts here will soon resume!
