dry spell

Dry Spell

The reason I have not written
Is the fact that I am smitten
by a bug that drains my mind

There is no consolation
That I sit in isolation
Yet no words can I find

Could I take some medication
That would help in meditation
And let me start to unwind

Fine scotch do I pour
And look upon the floor
Viewing aborted efforts of my pen

Then it hits me like a brick
A wonderful trick
That releases treasured thought

It is that when forming a syntax
Let the brain totally relax
And thought then begins to spill

Yes it is finer than any spell
The dipping in the well
Ink bleeds to the page

Now I sit and view the poem
Allowed by letting my thoughts to roam
Settling the rage

William S. Dawes
1stPoet
©2008