Staring at a blank document can certainly be daunting. Do I really have anything to say? So far I’ve been unleashing mental detritus on an unsuspecting world. That could be interpreted as an act of cruelty.
Oh no. Now what?
How about chicken fingers and mashed potatoes,
Mixed greens and Kumato tomatoes,
A spoon of marshmallow cream fun,
A sloppy smile and a midnight run?
Pet the dog, stroke the cat,
Mend a fence, knit a hat,
Walk the donkey, herd the kittens,
Repair the roof, crochet some mittens?
Watch TV, read a book?
Oops, forgot, broke my Nook!
Give the kitchen a quick clean,
Make it shiny, give it sheen?
Laze around, take a nap?
Tap a maple, gather sap,
Climb a tree, pick a pear,
Cut a flower, have a care?
Who’s to know what is next,
For a meandering brain, a mental wreck.
I don’t know what to do.
Not me, not a clue!
I is a poet!
Don’t I know it?