Sitting in the porch
I sift through my mind
For inspiration to knock.
The creative mind shuts down
And threw the key away
For me to go awry!
Rhymes, Proses, Poems, Stories –
They all seem to have chosen not to come my way,
I look out with a mind,
That is mere blank.
Roses and lilies dancing merrily,
Gentle breeze creating new rhythms,
Plants and trees joining in the party,
A musical mystery for the eyes.
And creativity blooms, once again!
This poem is inspired by Write Tribe’s Festival of Words.