Creative Burnout

I don’t have a poem today,
no profound thoughts have come my way.
I haven’t got a thing to say
and nothing happened, anyway.

I might have mentioned the bright blue dust
spread across the road like candy floss
from a flowering ceanothus,
but that didn’t really feel like enough.

I could have ranted about political things,
about how fascism seems to be growing wings
and all of the hatred and fear that it brings,
but that’s a song I just don’t want to sing.

I may have joked about something fun,
like missing the bus and having to run
or lots of exciting things that I’ve done,
but today feels like a day with precisely none.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day,
a little bit brighter, a little less grey,
and I’ll remember to love and to play.
But today . . .

I don’t have a poem today.

May 2025

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