At times a lull creeps over liveliness <br />And morose barreness engulfs my mind. <br />A no-thought blanket erodes all finesse <br />Or elegance in careful phrasing, binds <br />This poet, and chokes every bit of stylish <br />Verse. Then it is the weary mind takes on <br />It's own control, rolls out reams by the mile <br />Of wasted time in empty worded pun <br />Or rhyme, on piles of paper due for bin <br />This state I find I'm in with 300th down. <br />Feeling cloyed with surfeit verses within <br />Short space has me sated. No muse now around. <br /> <br />To all P.H. friends - - thank you for your support <br />and kind comments on my work. I will be taking <br />a short break from posting, but hope to be back.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sated-mind/
