My third poem of the month for NaPoWriMo. In response to the prompt "something that no longer exists" at Big Tent Poetry.
Requiem to my Lost Creativity
Oh! But would that I were able to write as I used to!
I search thecobwebby corners of my cranium
For that first elusive word that will set the ball rolling,
Call others forth in a gush of poetry.
Nothing.
I stare out the window at the not-yet-dawn sky
One word. One phrase; is all I ask.
One ray of sunshine to cut through the fog.
Still nothing.
Then gratingly, grudgingly
A few words make it out.
And arrange themselves reluctantly on the screen,
Rust still visible around the edges,
Their ragged ends snagging bits of memory and verse.