Wednesday, 12 June 2013

No Poem Today

Today, it seems that I am held
in the grip
of a Vanishing Poetry Spell.

The words are there, and then, I swear,
they vanish - poof - into thin air:
scattered sparks on lusty breeze
snuffed by a gusty squall brain freeze.

Fired, but:
stuck in the mire - 
blank . . .
though, strangely, still inspired.
(If only words were not required.)

If only wishing made it so
and summoned forth some smooth lingo . . .

But no,
the words have flicked away.
And thus, I write:  No Poem Today.

note:  published:  Verse Afire (Ontario Poetry Society) Jan.-Apr. 2015 Edition.

photo:  No Poem Today - W. Bourke 

© 2013 Wendy Bourke


  1. ha! This is clever and fun. I know the feeling!

  2. ditto! looks like you DID write a poem. ;)

    "scattered sparks on lusty breeze" -- you're ahead of me, because for quite a while now I've barely even had any scattered sparks!

  3. Thanks for commenting, Jennifer and Janet. Some days I can't decide if the writing is getting easier or harder - or both.