Tomorrow Is Another Day.
I stare at this blank page from a restless mind
Waiting for the faintest inspiration, a hint of some kind
Some days the words come so easily
The images so vibrant, I can clearly see
Others days, they will not reveal themselves and hide
Lurking on the edges, refusing to come inside.
Thoughts fluttering through my head like drunken butterflies
Flitting from here to there, images flash before my eyes
But no sense can I make of these scenes I see
Nothing substantial or definite, nor a hint of what will be
What is the subject matter, what is it all about ?
The voices in my head, remain a silent shout.
The muses have deserted me, I can not hear their call
Only their faintest whispers, but no words at all
I can not make any sense, no matter how hard I try
For today, the well of inspiration, has run dry
Time to close my book and put my pen away
After all – Tomorrow is another day !
C Denis Murphy 16 June 2020.