Joys of Creating

by

Nettie Stadnyk

Pen in hand
I sit waste time
Must write a poem
That needs to rhyme

My mind's a blank
I cannot think
Jot down subjects
They all stink

Incentive's not there
Inspiration won't come
All my ideas
Seem so dumb

Forcing to "poetize"
Gives great tension
Evokes expletive words
I dare not mention

No use to keep trying
I'm wobbling in stress
With a nagging headache
And a pain in my _.