by Lucy M. Young
Whenever I see a blank white pad of paper
I get an overwhelming urge to write,
So I sharpen my pencils, make a clear space on the table,
And sit while all coherent thought takes flight.
With ready pencil poised I sit, my mind a total blank -
Where are those lofty noble thoughts divine
That filled my mind this morning while I was in the shower
And couldn't write a single blessed line?
Tonight while I am sleeping all those thoughts will come together,
And I'll write a masterpiece the world will prize;
A manuscript of high scholastic talent will be born
To be lost forever when I wake at sunrise.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 