ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
Once in a blue moon my mind goes blank,
Especially when it’s called to do a prompt.
I sit, I stare, I don’t know where
I’ll get a good idea.
I struggle, I groan and look around the room
at all the creative souls
who write away, with lots to say
and fill the pages blank.
Come on, Lloyd, you are intense.
What have you got to say?
And Pamela, so focused on the white becoming gray.
Now Roseanne is up my alley, she sits
and twiddles her thumbs.
As time goes by, the moon does wane.
Ellynore Seybold-Smith