July 9, 2009

Writer’s Block

Momentous things I’ve naught to say
Curse my apathetic mind!
Yet, I must think of something this day

Thirteen rhymes, I’ll consult Roget
Or probe what Noah knows. But
Momentous things I’ve naught to say!

Poetic skill I dare not feign.
Curse this twisted syntax!
Yet, I must think of something this day.

Do what I may
The rhymes grow sparse. And still
Momentous things I’ve naught to say.

The end draws near, still this debt I must pay.
Curse the villanelle!
Yet, I must think of something this day.

With my pen I now lay
Down my most important words.
Though momentous things I’ve naught to say,
I thought of something today.