So dear writer,

Hang your pen over my blank

Why have you not scribbled today?

Or is it… that the tributaries of your brain froze?

Why, Writer’s block I deem…?

Do you know that if you stare at me long enough

That is all you would do..

Go take yourself a brisk walk

Run, jog, make yourself a nice drink

Perhaps a brain freezing drink that would send questions

Such the like:

Why coldness numbs the brain as does writing?

A moment of fear perhaps, or is it a moment of rest?

All the trees may be utilised by questions with this one momentary pest

So dear writer, look how much you have already written.

Dare to think!

©2018∼VearnaGloster