Writer's Block Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Writer's Block
Yet, I shall not accept my fate:
Consigned by God to ruminate.
Old cobwebs is what one will find
up in the attic of my mind.
Dustbins of gold and diamonds,
sweet music for all sycophants.
Pink water lillies do exude,
on stagnant waters, tranquil mood.
Immersed in morning's precious mist,
devoid of words, mosquito-kissed.
I have, my Lord, still more to give
I'll prove it if you let me live.
So much you have given in this write. I pray for many, many more for you. Patricia Gale
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4/24/2024 8:47:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so funny, yet sweet. Yes, you have so much more to give, and of course, we look forward to it all!