Poet self perceived

As of late my slate is blank.
The deep seated need to render has somehow waned.
I thought I would be more upset, more frustrated at this fact.
It has happened, many times before.
But now, it is different.
I have the knowledge, and the confidence of knowing that it will return.
I have penned my experiences, thoughts, and impressions.
My bucket is empty and I must go and refill it with more life, more experience,
a wealth of new found knowledge and enlightenment is at the well, waiting.
I just hope that it's waiting for me. that it invites me in and makes me the beneficiary
of its inspiration. So for now, free writing, open writing, whatever you choose to call it.
I will be rendering mere mortal thoughts and not those of Poet self perceived.