the creative juices
hath ebbed away
there is none
to put on display

a spell of dryness
hath taken hold
there will be no offerings
to be written bold

the situation
is most extreme
this position
doth make one scream

for a word to be placed
upon the page
yet none appear
it's such an outrage

the creative juices
hath gone into recess
and the poetess
hath need to confess

in the morrow
a verbiage bonanza
may dawn
but until then
all looks
forlorn