If It isn’t Happening Inside, Get Outside

When words won’t come
And thoughts turn to rage:
Stand up, Little Author,
Walk away from the page.
When your wit runs dry
And cogitation is no more:
Get on your socks and shoes,
And get on out the door!
Talk with Mother Nature,
Converse with flowers, birds, and bees;
Quite soon those errant thoughts
Return by one’s and two’s and three’s.
Stuck with a blank page?
You now know what to do.
Don’t just sit there wallowing
Turning fifty shades of blue.
So, when those words won’t come
And you’re heading for Composer’s Cage:
Get up, Little Writer,
Walk away from the page!

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on April 26, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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