It is not a question of writers block

that my absence would explain

It's much to say but so little talk

My thoughts treat me with distain

A myriad of things that fill my mind

Thinking in verse or uncoupled rhyme

Construct a stanza or two, perhaps?

If only I had a better grasp of time

My creative peak has come and gone

In the blinking of an eye

The promise I made to make more time

Has completely passed me by

And so I sit ordained to write

A few morsels of poetic thought

So everyone knows I am active yet

But then again...perhaps I'm not!