Wanted –

A poem that works for today’s prompt.

Ideas come but just lay there and shiver,

Not to be disturbed in any way.

I have the desire – and I want to write one

But it’s clogged up in there somewhere,

Hiding behind a story or maybe a song lyric.

They are frozen in their own muck of alphabet soup.

No spoon can pry them into any kind of syntax.

I think I’ll fold up my thesaurus for now

Go home

and take a nap.