Writer's Block

A spark, a jolt

It his my brain

The creativity 

Flows again

Sometimes I simply

Wait and stare

The page is blank

The page is bare

Sometimes it flows

Like a babbling brook

Becoming poem, 

Song, or book

Quietly I wait 

With expectation 

Hoping for 

Some inspiration

I pray the words

Will come to me

In a spark 

Of creativity