Writer’s Block

Laptop is open, fingers poised,
TV is off, limited noise,
ready to write astonishing prose
when, as every writer knows,
nothing happens!

No words fall sweetly on the page.
I nod and doze, perhaps a stage
all writers face as they mature,
but of this fact I’m very sure:
this stinks!

They call it “writer’s block”, I think,
but I suspect there is a link
to this odd thing called climate change.
I have been feeling rather strange.
That’s it!

A rabbit’s foot might do the trick.
I’ll browse through Amazon and pick
a tin foil hat that can wear
to keep the neutrons from my hair.
I’ll write!

I was released just yesterday.
They took my hat and charm away,
but said the treatment helped a lot,
that it was not a climate plot, so
I’m back!

Laptop open, fingers poised.
Who cares about unwanted noise?
I put two radishes in my ears,
my mind is sharp and very clear.
Let’s write!