Faye Sizemore

WRITERS’ BLOCK

I seem to be out of words
But write I must
I hate to displace the dear readers’ trust
But this is a poem about nothing
There’s nothing to write about
Not much today that I’ve seen
No angels or butterflies
Not even a wing
No breathless lover’s sighs
It’s not about the dark night
Or anyone’s dream
It’s not about trees or birds
It’s not about anything
Nothing mystical
Not even anything whimsical
No laughing clowns
No quaint little towns
There’s no grief in it
No sadness or joy
No lost love of girl or boy
No glory of spring
No everyday thing
No broken promises
Or returned ring
No soul on the wing
No sunrises or sunsets
Not the morning shadows shortening
Or the evening shadows lengthening
Not even my precious pets
Not about rainbows
Or even the daffodils golden shows
Or the dogwood getting
Ready to glow
Or the lovely clouds floating by
In an azure sky
Dearest reader, I must apologize
For your time
That I have monopolized
I have no words today
So this is about all
I have to say……