Reluctant, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I know you are there, I can’t see where
Come out, come out, but you don’t dare
At this blank screen, in frustration I stare

Neurons, my neurons, won’t play fair
Static, chaotic, erratic, television’s glare
Curled up and sleeping, my cats don’t care

The canvas invisible, I can’t repair
The negative exposure is unaware
Undeveloped , dead at the scene

This unwritten poem is quite obscene
No topic at mind to write about
My keyboard cold, I want to shout

I know you are there, I can’t see where
Come out, come out, but you don’t dare
At this blank screen, in frustration I stare.

Empty tank, empty pool, giant sink hole
Like a fool, I think to myself, I have the tools
My easel of balsa, I can write no jewels

Collapsing in the gust of exasperated breath
This famished artist, can’t pass the test
This fledgling chick, fell out of the nest

The raptor’s distraction, kills my passion
Swoops down on me, prose cataclysm
Scattered thoughts, causes a schism

Do I continue, do I give up, do I break
Is that enough, to give me energy, once again
Today my enemy is my trusty pen

I know you are there, I can’t see where
Come out, come out, but you don’t dare
At this blank screen, in frustration I stare.
(end)

In the lines of Sylvia Plath’s “Stillborn” this is yet another poem about writer’s block I wrote.