By DesDownUnder ?2008
Blog?s can be really great fun to write.
No pressure, no meaning to requite,
No Pulitzer Prize to win
Just meandering words,
Fooling around in sin,
Looking for pity, or worse.
So why can?t I find a way to deflect
The horrors of my day in some subject
With electronic pen
To write and please, of course,
All those who come to spend,
Some time, looking at my curse.
Alone I sit watching an empty screen,
Patiently waiting for those words unseen,
Yet this cannot be so,
Some word not to be first,
From all those that I know,
Not to start, a new verse.
Lurking in the back of my blanked out mind,
Are all those needed words I cannot find,
As they hide and huddle
?Fraid of my writer?s blog
I realise my trouble
Is really writer?s block.