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 sigh!

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.

Inspiration strikes,

And creativity blooms, once again!

Write Tribe Festival of Words

This poem is inspired by Write Tribe’s Festival of Words.