Blank Thoughts

At my desk, I sit with pen in hand.
A moment of poetry, I urge.
Blank thoughts with no uttering words,
Blank paper waiting to create a magnum opus.

Perhaps a note of affection,
Or maybe a note of detestation,
A letter to my dear friend, Jeff.
Blank thoughts with no flow.

Blank paper continues with no company.
Night rest I think my body needs.
Tomorrow will be a better day, indeed.
Spewing out words to no end, to feed.

Pen I lay upon the desk.
Paper continues its lonesome lines without a gist.
Blank thoughts need to ignite.
A moment of poetry, I urge.
I can’t wait for the surge.