April 17, 2009

NaPoWriMo Day 17

I brew some tea, and then I try to write
the room is dim, I rise, switch on the light
turn up the heat, make myself a snack
check the weather, and then I go back
to my desk, and vow I'll sit till night

Then my muse decides to pick a fight
I give up, and throw her out in spite
my brain feels like it's on the rack
I brew some tea

My pen inert, the page remains plain white
none of my ideas have taken flight
perhaps I am a phony, just a quack
my mind cannot get off this hopeless track
I rip out a page, ball it up tight
I brew some tea


Chrissy said...

lovely. and now i'm craving some tea!

Anonymous said...

I know the feeling well. Time to brew some of my favorite cinnamon tea. :)