Empty

Poetry flowed from me in my dream,
but I'm so dry during the day it seems.
Nothing to say, nothing to write,
Writer's block, a spell that's dry.

Beach

The tide is way out today,
The water far off, just smooth wet sand.
Where are the seashells and starfish?
Where are the hungry gulls?
Strange, the beach is long and wide,
Quiet and so very empty today.