A clogged brain in need of snaking
Stiffened fingers typing and re-typing
Delete, tap….type some more
It does not make any sense
Eyes wander searching for inspiration
Staring at the pile of dirty laundry
Writing is just a hobby, clean up a little first.
Give a rest to the polite 3 regular readers
Stinky dishes lurk in the sink
Waiting for their shower.
Warm laundry loiters around the bed
Relishing its day in the outdoors.
Eyes blink faster then slower
Reminding me that tiredness will soon take over
Leaving me blocked and incomplete
Holding a pen, making points
Something will click
An old picture,
An ignored quote,
A forgotten old story,
A musical revival.
But nothing works
So I given in and close my burning eyes.