On/Off switch

sonnet

 

On off switch

 

 A page as yet unwritten on.

Presents a challenge to my pen.

I seek for inspiration

I rack my brain time and again.

 

Still the blank page obstinately

 remains a clear and pristine white.

I try again determinedly.

There must be something I can write.

 

Quite suddenly I realise.

It’s possible to try too hard

So I lean back and close my eyes

and very soon reap my reward.

 

My muse decides to assist me

 and soon I’m writing poetry.

 

Wednesday, 17 February 2010

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