Sitting at this computer screen,
seeing the words tap, tap, tap,
into being, into virtual reality,
millions of years, pictures parade...

I've got the Veil Nebula, Doradus,
Eagle, Saturn, as screen savers.
Got Andromeda peeking round the
Corner, with Jupiter in close pursuit.

Got the insanity of Caligula, and the
sanity of Cleopatra, tears of King Tut,
Ovid drinking from Nemi's lake,
Vesuvius, Krakatoa, Pangea splintering

Apart. Got roses, bumblebees, violets
and willows in the Spring. Snowscapes in
the Winter, Ice Ages from time, Mammoths,
Saber Tooths, and the Ice Man speaking

of his last hours. Got cave paintings, ancient
man sitting round fires, afraid. And when
I return from getting coffee, there's T-Rex
googling me, all the Allosaurus, the Nazca

lines, mysteries of Macchu Picchu, Montezuma's
brothers, and Noche Triste. Got Tikal, sacred
cenotes, the ice on Magellan's beard, and the
Clovis people...got subway conversations,

interstates of wandering, Area 51, and
the Philadelphia Experiment, Newport News,
and then I pause, look up, turn the screen page,
and see the innumerable questions....

'Help! I don't have anything to write about! ' or
'Writer's Block! ! ! What do I do? '

I simply turn to the screen, and see the
pictures unfold...then write them down.

elysabeth faslund

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-to-write-about-help/