Poet's Block

 This Poem

 

This poem is shy

Doesn’t what to come out

Don’t even know

What this poem is about

 

So I’ll sit here

Wait till it shows its face

And I wonder

If it’s close to this place

 

It might be out

In a raging river

The thought of it

Makes me quake and shiver

 

Or way up high

It flies in a balloon

Someone, pop it

So it comes to me soon

 

Or it may be

Deep in a submarine

Maybe this poem

Will not ever be seen

 

Or it may be

Aboard a high-speed train

Or it could be

Out singing in the rain

 

Oh, here it is

Seven verses in all

Sometimes a poem

Is determined to stall