I wrote this poem several years ago during a particularly dry spell. I think it applies very well to my efforts yesterday. Those half-written works either rest comfortably in a Word folder called “Miscellaneous” or in the Recycle Bin. Here’s to more creative days!
If I think myself a poet,
words should flow forth from my pen.
But today, my mind is weary
and the pen is not my friend.
© Susan Schoeffield