Spot the change in this leopard
Uninspired, I hit that snooze button and lose
precious bits of day;
10 minutes at a time.
The early worm is bird breakfast
I choose life and wiggle deeper into the blankets
The result of a late night;
Midnight and the smell of burning oil
Alone in my minds graveyard
I shift lifeless poems around in a handbasket.
The hell of writers block.
My pen and poetry were simply not on the same page.
©Richard Quaz Roodt(2011)
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This poem is linked to d’Versepoets.com(Poetics Prompt:Idioms)
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