Words disappear
In the fading light,
Editing by day
Writing by night.
I’m trying to create along
With my friends on Twitch
But my muse leaves me
And I can’t scratch the creative itch.
I want to find some music
To help me create,
But I don’t know what to listen to,
So I think I’ll sit and meditate.
Instead of working on my children’s fantasy
Or editing my author friend’s book,
I wish I had a velvet room
With a cozy little nook,
Made just right for reading,
Brainstorming and such,
But I don’t have to worry,
I love my swing so much!
When the weather is right
On a warm sunny day,
I’ll sit outside in my swing
And wile the hours away
Singing, and musing,
And brainstorming to boot
By the time I go back inside,
My muse will shoot
The words I need straight to my heart
I’ll sit down at my computer
And there I will start
To write the story of my dreams
I’ll say goodbye to writers block
it doesn’t belong here with me,
I’ll create along with my friends
whatever will be, will be