Today I’m a rhymer without a rhyme
Floundering like a rudderless boat
What to do, where to turn
for a splash of inspiration
I’m at a total loss.
Struggling with this blank page
Why does the thought process suddenly disengage?
Leaving the poet with nowhere to turn
I’ll not stop trying but for a moment adjourn
Take a step outside the thinking process
Great therapy I must confess
Ponder, admire what nature has to offer
Write on what I see or then again I may prefer
As time is not of the essence –
Take a different stance
Hook up with man’s best friend
With him in tow I can depend
that negative thoughts can be put on hold
When I return to the blank page who knows what might unfold
I could well be a rhymer with a poem to share
Or equally be relaxed with neither worry nor care.
(c)Chris Black 2016.