Brainstrike!

"Come on!" I insist of my wearisome brain,
"You must think of something! The day's on the wane!
Don't atrophy there in the corner again!
I need you to think of a fitting refrain!
This write is a mess, I can't post it like this!
What's wrong with you these days? Is something amiss?"

My brain gives no answer.
It just let's me chatter.
It's staring through me
and won't say what's the matter.

So here I am stuck.
Though to write I would like,
I'm attached to a brain
that has just gone on strike!

Perhaps I should draw up
a contract that's clear,
with pay and conditions
and time off each year?

 

Trel
ah the trials and tribulations of the poet eh, looking for just that flash of inspiration

Ency Bearis
maybe, now with symptoms of over use and/or a brain drain....the last stanza will do it and it is a wise idea

Fay Slimm
Know how this feels all too well Kath - - love your last stanza - full of wit and expertise.

lxdollarsxl
imagination just took a wrong turn i guess - it will be back

ICARUS
hahaha writers block , just hate when that happens :-)

ju
Ha! oh i like.

Keith Robinson
Ha! Can totally dig that...