Dried up!

Dried up!
My poems are not getting finished,
Some end up in a huge paper pile.
I’ve got words and thoughts coming out my ears
That ends up in a meaningless file!

There are odes written on foolscap paper.
Odd lyrics kept on the P.C.
Rhymes that don’t rhyme or flow simply;
All strewn behind the settee.

I’ve fast running out of ideas –
At the moment have not got a notion!
I’ve finished with Bogeys, Warts and Lice
Sex and Love – and all that commotion!

I’ve written some stories and sagas
And honest don’t want to gloat!
My imagination has got up and gone –
Words have got stuck in the back on my throat.

My inspiration has somewhat disappeared
Or got fused in the back of my mind.
It’s merged with some cells with nonsensical prose –
A sonnets’ been left behind.

I’m on the way to being brain dead;
A verse seems to have gone over my head!
I struggle to sit up in bed,
I’ve dried up and my eyes feel like lead.

The passion of verse and writing,
Have got up and moved away.
Motivation will come back when I least expect –
But for now, it’s not here today!
Linda Lawrence

21st march 2009 (Mothers Day)