I’m as parched as my parchment
in a dry and thirsty land
My wellspring of words now
barely trickles from my hand
My muse no longer muses
And my sails have lost their wind
I’m drifting in the doldrums again
I’m drifting in the Doldrums
Of the South Creative Sea
The breeze that once propelled my ship
Has since deserted me
My words are all as listless
As a gull who cannot fly
I’m drifting in the doldrums
And cannot answer why
2006 DPHarris