Promptly 4, 5 and 6

A Poem From Nowhere

A Poem From Nowhere

A good morning to the empty pristine page,
awaiting its breakfast of magical words,
and thoughts are aligning all eager and sage.

But jumbled they are, all so dumb and absurd,
the brain it’s not working, “Vacation!” it cries,
I hunt for a subject but ev’rything’s blurred.

the teevee is shouting and telling its lies,
the coffee is weak and not up to its task,
the hope I had early just dwindles and dies.

I think I am beaten, I may have to pass -
but wait, it seems I have succeeded at last.


Line count: 11
Form: Terza Rima - Rhymed aba bcb cdc dd, 11 syllables per line
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 12
Prompt: Write a Terza Rima.