Written for my poetry site, but I thought I might as well share it here as well.
I am a writer.
Yes, I am; I know I am.
So why is it that
I’m so often in this jam?
I start new novels;
Then, alas, the muse runs dry.
Three novels just sit,
And I have no idea why.
I am a writer.
I’ve said it o’er and o’er again.
“I am a writer!”
Pounding, pounding through my brain.
Since writing novels
Doesn’t seem to work just now,
I’ll write a poem.
They’re much prettier anyhow.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Yep! I know a little bit about that.
I’m a blogger, but can’t seem to blog.
At times, mind is in a fog.
So here I sit on a log.
Wishing I could come up with a blog.
Hey, good for you. Now you know what to do when you can’t seem to do any posts. Just write a poem instead. 🙂
Maybe, but I know nothing about writing poems. Birds, yes. Poems, no. 🙂
Maybe I should build a blog around that off the cuff poem I came up with. 🙂