*POETRY-IN-PROGRESS
Cursor stabs on blank white screen
While “What will I write today?” loudly screams
(of course-screams are LOUD, unless, they’re silent)                                                                                             
Writhes Twists and thrashes about, bounces around my cerebral cortex

screaming                  screams                                                                                       Then – as if by majic majick magic, from a spotless the bare background          The answer appears – check rhymezone.com – rhymes for ground – even though they’re so obvious – aren’t they?                                                                                   Head in hands – hands on head – it’s the moment  every writer dreads head/dreads-nope-that won’t do, yet you expect it to work with screen/screams 

This is madness, insanity. It’s insane!
I’m hot, I’m thirsty, I’m hungry – Calgon Take Me Away-
*CRACK* *sound of whip in my head*
#**#%%@* translated means … hmmm…what could it mean??? 

-GOT IT-

Cursor stabs on blank white screen
While “What will I write today?” twists unseen
in my brain.
Head in hands – hands on head –
it’s what most poets have come to dread;
it’s
insane!
When from center PC – nine words appear
Out of thin air – making it clear

“OUT TO LUNCH – BACK IN EIGHT”
signed:
YOUR MUSE
P.S.
Take a walk. I might be late.

Not only is it National Poetry Writing Month, but the DPChallenge this week was all about using space. I still don’t have the space thing down yet, but the poetry is chugging along. It’s not to late to join in. So, what have you got?