Nothing New Under the Sun, or Here!

Blank Canvas!

Sitting here, bored out of my mind,

 

There's no adventure, at least that I can find

 

Blue blankness fills my lolling head,

 

Around by my bummer I am lead!

 

It's Black Friday, even though it's Saturday

 

I really have nothing for this poem to say

 

Listening to paint dry doesn't lend to the creative

 

My brain is a colander through which good ideas sieve

 

There's nothing new under the sun, or here

 

My muse is a phantom, that soon disappears

 

Think, think! I tell myself, but it's no use

 

If winning means creativity, well then I'll lose

 

Tits up in The Game of Ideas is me

 

A big L on my forehead, that's what you'll see!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

There is nothing new under the sun. But poets have to say things in different ways to make them new. Like your observence that "It's Black Friday, even thogh it's Saturday..."

[Michael Stevens]

Thanks much Marie; speaking of Saturday, have a good one!