So dear writer,
Hang your pen over my blank
Why have you not scribbled today?
Or is it… that the tributaries of your brain froze?
Why, Writer’s block I deem…?
Do you know that if you stare at me long enough
That is all you would do..
Go take yourself a brisk walk
Run, jog, make yourself a nice drink
Perhaps a brain freezing drink that would send questions
Such the like:
Why coldness numbs the brain as does writing?
A moment of fear perhaps, or is it a moment of rest?
All the trees may be utilised by questions with this one momentary pest
So dear writer, look how much you have already written.
Dare to think!