Sometimes you want to sit and write
It could be morning, could be night
And you sit and think and think and sit
But nothing comes out, not a bit.
I sometimes know the words I wish to say
I just can’t put them down in any way
On paper, online, or even on screen
Even though writing keeps me serene.
The words they fly around my brain
Unfettered they are driving me insane
And sometimes you make sense of them
And send me reaching for my pen.
I know the words I want to write
I knew them then before tonight
I’ll know them when the morning comes
But to write, ah, I am all thumbs.
Sometimes I see the words you write
To me or whoever has the sight
And it makes me think about my text
And if I post, what comes next.
I thank you for helping me to find
Some sanity within my mind
With me trying to catch these thoughts
You bring them down and keep them caught.
You make me laugh and make smile
And all I’m thinking all the while
Is how I could make you laugh the same
And smile when I come into frame.
It’s really the very least I could do
Except maybe this thank you
Because inspiration is hard to find
But you offer, and you’re so kind.
This sounds so muddled and it is, it’s true
So here, have a compliment in lieu:
No matter how you look or where you go
You’re my muse; that you should know.
© Kris Blackburn 19/08/2015