Writer's Block Poem by Lovelyn Madriaga

I tried to find a muse worthy of writing,
scribbling even...
But what seems to be an easy task,
started to look daunting.

I then go through memory's lane,
perhaps, when I pass by,
there'll be a trigger,
but even blurs are mum,
and sounds are dumb.

I wonder,
I tried to tickle even anger,
maybe it can urge a hand,
a phrase or two,
a rhyme even...
but to a naught it flew.

So maybe these are thoughts,
maybe random
but I hope it triggers,
a rhyme,
a reason,
that poetry didn't leave my soul.