It’s January, a bleak month . . .
This month, there is no poem. Seems my muse is on vacation,
Gone absent without leave. It’s quite a shock.
She’s taken all my sources of poetic inspiration
And left me nursing chronic writer’s block . . .
It’s January, a bleak month . . .
This month, there is no poem. Seems my muse is on vacation,
Gone absent without leave. It’s quite a shock.
She’s taken all my sources of poetic inspiration
And left me nursing chronic writer’s block . . .