CREATIVE JUICES

you let your mind just wander
try to ponder up a rhyme

but words are just not linking

you sit, blinking, wasting time

the blackboard you were chalking

is now mocking you instead

seems poems are out of season

there's no reason in your head

words can't be traced by fingers

on a patch of dry cement

sometimes creative juices

must be left to just ferment

the ink that was just flowing

is not going anywhere

instead of an equation

it's evasion, cold and bare

the lines that once ran crazy

grow as lazy as a sloth

the alphabet, once soupy

now a goopy tasteless broth

you've sniffed the flowers often

now they've seemed to lost their scent

sometimes creative juices

must be left to just ferment

the drive that once was eager

is now meager, sad to say

you cannot glimpse the rapture

that you captured yesterday

as much as you are wishing

you are fishing with no bait

you find your soul is wailing

as you're failing to create

you're searching for a signal

but your aerial is bent

sometimes creative juices

must be left to just ferment