I sat before the blank computer screen —
my mind as blank as what I saw.
Was hoping for some inspiration.
I planned to write a poem —
a poem that I could call my own.
I stared and stared
but still the blanks remained there.
There wasn’t any poetry
tumbling, fumbling in my mind —
nothing there my finger tips could find.
Even though I stayed up late
to make a deal with Muse
the Muse refused my overtures.
I finally went to bed
and fled from failure.