BLANK

My bum is sore

imagination never more

lacking

I try and try

but only can sigh

for no words fall on my paper

I sit and sit and twittle my thumbs

swaying my chair side to side

I use to be funny

and quick witted

words rolling off my tongue

dripping onto my page

This evening my mind is a blank

not sure who to thank

for the emptiness of my brain…

Best to call it quits 

for this evening’s attempt 

to be clever

seems 

to be in vain. 

by Lynn Hahn