to-day I had an acute attack
of the dreaded writer's block
whereby no writing would
surge into my pen's dock
this very event came as
a tremendous quaking shock
it clobbered me with some
power packing knock

in a few days my block
might duly subside
which will allow
a free flow to ride
but until then you'll
not see my penning side
that will be somewhere
on a becalmed tide

I've jotted down this verse
to tell of my brick wall
that is not answering with
an overly positive call
on getting my mojo back
into the ink well's stall
there will be a grand canyon
opening of my mall