Standstill
Lost in thoughts,
With a pen I sit;
Amongst all ideas,
Nothing deems fit.
Staring at the screen,
white and blank;
Trying to unlock
My reverie bank.
Minutes and hours pass by,
Tick-tocks on the clock;
I bury my face to hide
from the uninvited writer’s block.
Autumn stepped in,
Cold breeze and Coffee brewed;
The unwritten empty pages,
Flows under my brooding mood.
Taking a walk in nature,
Hunting my lost muse;
Sifting through topics galore,
Finding nothing to choose.
Munching idea awhile,
Sipping time from the cup;
Words string together,
A rhyme pops up!
© Inking Expressions
30th September 2026
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