As a writer/poet, have you ever run out of ideas on what to write about? Have you ever suffered writer's block?
Well, I have. And I must be honest with you, I'm currently blank at the moment. I've not been able to write a new poem in over a week now. It is why I've written these few lines as a supplication for inspiration. Enjoy!
O, Muse
hark my entreaties
and do play, sweetly,
thy symphonic lyre to my ears;
Touch my lips, I implore thee
with thy burning coal.
For what good is a river without water?
What good is a poet without words?
Thanks for reading. Now tell me, how do you overcome your writer's block?