White Out!

WHITE OUT! Poem of the Day- Enjoy it if you can!

Poem of the day?  I have got nothing at all!  I'm not inspired in the least. Not at all.  I am just going to let the words come and see what happens. Coming off a migraine isn't pleasant but I will attempt to do what I can....my my inspiration is before me...a blank screen, a purring cat in my lap..a lazy fat beautiful cat Sammy lying on the couch just watching me flounder and wondering what is the big deal...just chill he says with his eyes...just chill.

WHITE OUT!

By Maureen Ucles

Here before me

a screen of white

I sit and ponder

Put up no fight

Here before me

a screen of white

I sit and wonder

what's my plight?

No words to consider

No phrase to write

Why am I so utterly

uptight?

The words won't flow

No inspiration is near

I've got spots on the brain

my writer's block is here

Just heard the door bell ring

I answer the door

"Nice to meet you!"

Silence still

From my blockage

of the writer

So I close the door

Invite them in

There's inspiration

Motivation and

rhythm and friends

They won't speak any words

Just mime a few things

and look away

so pathetically,

pathetically

Don't know why they

showed up and reared 

their beautiful faces
so eager and excited
getting ready to work 

They can't help me now

I've got to get to steppin'
to some places

I am helpless, useless,
a sorry piece of work

fueled by nothingness-
just so-

BLANK

BLANKETY, BLANK

 BLANK!

I'm stuck in a hue

On a transit to 

the town of no where fast

Train has come to 

screeching halt

People looking

every where

no solution 

in sight

stuck on this street car

just South of

Audubon park

close to Uptown

Trees swaying

People sayin'

Get me outta here now!

So I decide to go walking

see what I can see

It figures, right?

Just a blankety, blank, stupid screen

on a cloudy, cloudy, disgusting day

Tryin to find a way

Maybe Francis Sinatra

can come fly with me

Show me some way

some how

some kinda road out of this

bland. putrid

four-walled cell

padded in white

with buttons all over

Guess I'm going places

in a halt

can't get rid of the

white, white spaces

light hurting my eyes

veins popping near

my temples

thud, thud

pounding slowly

pounding loudly,

excruciatingly taunting me

haunting me
 to no end

So here I am

 in a funk

between Here Nor There

Trying to find my way

out of this dream

Full of  

Ground Hog daze

Haven't I been here before?

like Yogi says

De ja vu 

all over again

Get me out

come knocking on my door

inspiration, perspiration, 

motivation, culmination to

my day
 in a nutshell

Well at least

the gloves are off

and tomorrow

it will surely come

.....I only hope..

so...

Somebody please

this time

change the color

change the channel