Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Today, I have nothing to write about



Today, I have nothing to write about

No coherent thought from my chaotic mind

Nothing to rant, no axe to grind

No inspiration, it’s hard to find


Today, I have nothing to sing about

No tale of happiness, no tale of sorrow

No song about today, nothing about tomorrow

No tune I could steal, no tune I could borrow


Today, I have nothing to paint about

No ethereal vision, no enchanting sight

No beautiful rainbow, no playful light

No paint on my canvas, try as I might


Today, I had nothing to write about

But I did write, a poem of some kind

But I did write, and will write again on the morrow

But I did write, and now I feel alright

 
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