Wednesday, September 8, 2010

A Basket by the Door

He sat there for hours
but nothing came
All his efforts
lay in a basket by the door

The shadows crept across
the library floor
the lights come on
the ideas stay away

Finally it all flooded out
Pen flashed across paper
Thoughts became words
Words became action

The man slept at last.

1 comment:

Michelle said...

I know those feelings....