I've been missing the boat of late,
it never fails.
When I'm ready to set sail,
my muse alludes me.
It precludes me from completing
poetic thoughts once terrific,
posted in prolific parries
and thrust onto an "adoring" public.
Sometimes words would hang thick
screaming for meaning.
Sometimes, they would thinly drip
saccarine and overtly sweet,
replete with emotive jabs of wit.
Whatever had gotten writ in these states
all come to relate to what churns
my inner core. You can be sure
I could do better, be a go-getter again.
As long as my poetic friend (the one I'm destined
to never meet), is there to complete the circle,
I will always come around to write,
even if it takes me all night.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik - 2023
Across The Lake, Eerily 