It's always encouraging to read about an excellent writer who has those moments when nothing comes together right. Here's one of Veneta's.
by Veneta Donaldson
I cannot write tonight; elusive words
Have taunted me until my weary mind
Bows low before its conqueror, nor girds
Its strength for one last thrust, however blind.
I needed words of truth and purpose clear
To frame the thought that near my heart has lain —
That each resolve to hold Truth's concept dear —
But though defeated now, I'll write again!
The next poem in this series can be found here: Moment Exquisite.
This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.