Apollo blesses the day with a bright sun and a strong wind
My tea has too much lemonade
My screen blank

Words don’t flow
Like waterfalls from clouds
They stutter and crawl
Ants over mounds
Of dirt
Under nails
Or floor boards gone weak
The words are lost in space
But the page is not bleak
Terrible first drafts
After much time has past
My lemonade has too much tea
My page is almost where it needs to be

The music is soft
It's blue and green
Prompting words to my page
Letting letters form age
I might have something
Worth an ounce of a grade
A poem
Or maybe a rage –

Quit.
Don't quit.
Why give up when the sun is there
Inspiration thick in air
A breath of creativity
Even if it comes out stale
Keep typing
Keep trying
Do it again
Soon it will make art
A small paper friend
To whom you might agree
Is the perfect mix of lemonade and tea.