A Sonnet
Four lines of poetry I wrote today
Then my mind went blank; I can write no more
The well is empty like never before
As if all my thoughts have been blown away
So I’ll rest my grey cells, it will be okay
By tomorrow my fingers will be sore
Writing sonnets and limericks galore
Hoping the mental block gone all the way
But perchance the ideas don’t come back
I’ll travel a thousand miles to see you
For you’re my gentle muse, the spark I lack
My sole inspiration, my evening dew
My thoughts will bloom like red rose and lilac
Then I could rhyme and write verses anew!
05-19-2023
© Vic Evora