I Can't Write Poems Anymore!

Alack, alas and woe to me, I'm lorst without a doubt, Devoid of upbeat poetry, can't sort my feelings out! Nor be precise with rhymes and such, with phrases meant to fit, That's why I'm feeling out of touch, I don't like this a bit! Alack, alas, what shall I do? I'm lorst and up the creek, No wonder that I'm feeling blue, can't get the joy I seek! The drafts I start just break my heart, my pen shakes in my hand, It's like my mind just fell apart so I can't understand! Alack, alas, this can't go on, I've got to try again, This writing gift, it can't have gone, that's quite beyond my ken! I mustn't quit, I must persist, there's so much left to write, If only I could get the gist, some insight shining bright! Alack, alas, I'm playing now, just silly thoughts to share, Yet writing these has helped somehow, in ways beyond compare... 8,6,8,6? The pattern's clear, the rhymes are back once more, It's like they suddenly appear and who could ask God more! ? I'm back! I'm on a roll! That's great! Champagne and caviar! Or beans on toast to celebrate... Who knows if I'll go far! ? My poems published on the Net, my poems on TV? Thank God I've got more rhymes to get! Thank God for poetry! Denis Martindale August 2016.