The Joy of Writing

THE JOY OF WRITING

I searched for inspiration

but nothing could I find.

I trawled my tired and fuddled brain,

every quadrant of my mind.

I tried in vain to mind-map

but my writing pad stayed blank.

Perhaps some soothing music would help

but into a doze I sank.

So next, I thought I'd meditate.

Maybe help would come.

I sat on the floor and closed my eyes,

contemplated 'til my bum was numb.

But still no muse, no creative ideas

entered my empty head.

So I thought I'd completely distract myself

and take a bath instead.

One hour later, back I came,

with wrinkled fingers and toes.

Warm, relaxed and clean was I,

pen poised, still nothing shows.

And then I turned to alcohol

to try to free my head.

Purely in the pursuit of art, you know,

I emptied a bottle of red.

Frustrated, disheartened, fed up I became

and so I deserted my pen.

I  resorted to cleaning 'neath the kitchen sink

and tidying the den.

I washed my mascara brush, of course,

and polished the kettle as well

but still I could think of nothing to write

and then, in my head, rang a bell.

I could write about writing nothing at all!

And, in a flash, this poem came.

So if you're not smart or creative today,

you could always try the mundane!