I struggle to find my magical source
of rhyming and chiming, of wordsmithing,
but have found instead a quagmire.
Where nothing seems to follow as I believe it should,
Cadence has gone on holiday and left me at home,
with un-rhyme and un-reason as my bleak companions, ... but...
being home...alone... perhaps they too are illusions.
Allusions to a thought I once held dear, near? do I fear,
I had a postcard from Cadence, it appears that meter is along for the duration as well.
But enough of this doom, and gloom, I have no room
for an unwelcome guest, who comes not at my behest.
Sunlight filters, seeps into, and brightens my day,
and guides my thoughts along a happier way.
So I must now put new-found thoughts and dreams
into a composition worthy of gracing Awen themes.
And so, my friends and fellow versifiers
join in with me to stoke the flames and feed the fires,
the spark of which I feel now deep within my core
and banish negativity and sloth forevermore.
:x :-( :???: