Stuck Ideas

I sit poised, waiting,

Fingers held in readiness

For inspirations flow

But plagued by hoards of micey thoughts

I stare through dirty windows

I want to write

On shadows

Cool shades of the street

That creep and sneak

But shadows disappear

Then I try to write of love

Of eyes with passion lit

And romance dark and brooding

Yet I must confess my cynicism

Of lust flamed love shot eyes

I’m back to shadows

This time mine

The shadows of my soul

Shadows not on the street

But those that creep and sneak in me

And still the words don’t come

Perhaps it was Aunty Val who stayed too late

That thoughts are like sluggish sewage

The windows very dirty

And shadows cross my desk

I’m back to love

This time kisses

The opening lines

Kisses are a sign of love

Then kiss me not

Once again the words submerge

Bubbles in murky mess of mind

Perhaps the words may

Or not….

perhaps