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

The fear of void, the empty canvas
Out of practice, broken brush
Dwelling fingers, in no rush

Ideas flounder, distracting wonder
Nothing to ponder, pen stationary
Under the clouds, no storms to brew

No daffodil meadows, no beach wood drift
No depressed shell, on the edge of a cliff
No lovers spurned, no passions churned

Frustrated fingers, fleeting thoughts
Has my stomach all tied in knots
Undiscovered unwritten plots

Theatre empty, no ticket sales
Cruise ship adventure, finds no whales
Protagonist vanquished, tell no tales

Fingers frozen, motion lacking
Fire extinguished, worry stacking
Empty canvas, no poem unpacking
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Another poem about my fear of running out of ideas for poems.