Staring at white page, sparkle's lost from muse,
image wiped from mind, no brain waves to cruise.
I flip through magazines, scan vibrant stories,
listen to classics, jazz, inspirational glories.
I gazed outside with vision slipping,
thoughts down drain, white hot, missing.
Starbucks emptied, no friend, the clock.
I'm crazed with madness; It's writer's block.
Marlene Million is a retired insurance secretary from her husband's business and grandmother of four. She has published two chapbooks and belongs to several writers’ groups. She had a poem on display at Indianapolis Arts Garden the month of February, 2013 and has been published in a variety of venues.