With writer’s block they say a key
is look around, write what you see,
problem is if what you survey
is routine, common, every day.
I could write about the oak tree,
its branches spread upward and free,
or how its leaves, so shiny,
deep and green, flutter in the breeze.
I could write about the rock bed
that sits beneath my window ledge,
how its smooth stones were transported
so very far from their riverbed.
But truth be told
I’m not so bold
to use gimmicks,
so trite and old.
So I’ll just close now
throw in the towel
since I can’t think
of another vowel.
Originally composed for Palabras's official Website by Tom Guldin.