Sep 26


I'm stuck in a writers and readers block
My fledglings of thoughts haven't yet joined the flock 
I can't pen down ideas or read about others
And I would if I could, if I had my druthers
My writing is stuffed with unnecessary words
I'm rereading sentences in chunks and in thirds
The worst part of it is, when I remember
How to similize laughter being like a December
How to write autumn rain so it falls on your lips
How to conjure up laughs with a couple of quips
When I figure it out and it's time to clamp down
I just can't do it
I forgot how to rhyme