Hill of beans...

when writer's block rears its ugly head

 

Percolating

through my brains

                 are words,

                 a heady brew.

 

Señor Valdez,

do not play games!

 

Though I’d prefer

 the chipped ceramic cup,

 I promise not to sue

your rather redundant donkey,

making his way over the rolled rim

                                 of my cardboard cup,

                                 no matter how steaming hot...

 

Out of my own mind,

perhaps the right grind

                 will filter out irrelevant material.

 

Properly caffeinated,

torn paper and pen in hand,

I rest my elbows on the worn counter-top,

                                waiting for the proper inspiration...

 

Author's Note

my first attempt at writing anything after a series of mini-strokes... it's like my head is full of molasses!

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Welcome back! I for one have missed your intelligence, verve, and vigorous creative spirit. You poems inspire, amaze and entertaine me. Your range in terms of subject, style, humanity, and wit always impresses me.

You are among my favourite poets here, one of the very best.

I smiled when I read, 'Senor Valdez, do not play games'. And I cld see said donkey. And I like your little touches '...rather redundant donkey...' It is the word '...rather...' There is just something about the way you deploy it that pleases. Judging from this first go, I wld say...Chantal-lise Mirman is back in the land of poets! I am delighted that you are and wish you a full return of your powers poetic, and personal. Ron.

[zainul]

Interesting and inspiring for writers experiencing ghosts of writer's block!
Thanks for sharing.

[Sami Khalil]

I like Starbucks and this poem.

[absolutefolie]

I really liked this poem, nice job :)

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

I found you beautiful poem to be fun, intriguing, and wanting another cup of coffee....that was a very well written piece....much enjoyed...x0x0x0