So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.
Today I am dared to write, again
Using a laptop or paper and pen
But today I do not have a lot to say
The words have not yet found a way
To rush and flow,
Why not? Who knows?
I find myself quietly at peace with the cloud laden sky
The muses curled up on the sofa nearby.
So today I will ponder and wonder and breathe
Tomorrow let’s see what I pull out of my ass (oops) I mean sleeve.