I have neglected my blog. My frequency for changing postings has slowed almost to a halt. All of a sudden my well is dry…OMG—I’ve got Writer’s Block, that dreaded disease that zaps every ounce of creative juice within your brain and leaves you ambivalent and uncaring. Oh the humanity!
I sit here dry as sagebrush tumbling through a desert ghost town. The only thing I can pull a few paragraphs from is my dull, boring personal life as a retired senior citizen who is socially inactive, politically uninvolved and media burned out.
So, what to do? I have only one option. I have been cleaning and reorganizing the garage, a little bit each day. Maybe that will make for some exciting rhetoric…maybe even…just maybe…yes, a poem! The blockage is gone. Be off with ye writer’s block and darest not return to this blog address again. For now I have rediscovered the poet inside me and he cries out “Garage!” Yes….garage!
The garages in my neighborhood are filled to capacity.
Oh no, not with cars; one would fit in only miraculously.
I suppose there are tires or engine parts in boxes or on shelves
Boundless discoveries can be made, pending how deeply one delves.
You will find all kinds of junk in disarray and not very appealing
But if you take delight in hoarding, one look and you’d be reeling.
As for me, I am the garage owner who likes to keep his car inside.
The family has learned by now this is one rule they must abide.
So our garage is the one with the car within and the junk without.
Although it does have its share of wayward items stored all about.
Shovels and rakes hang on walls lined with shelves and bins
There’s jars of wire and hooks or nuts and bolts in cookie tins.
And there in the midst of it all, there’s still room for the car
It’s the one achievement I have beat my neighbors by far.
History will eventually pay tribute to people like me
Who stand proud before our garages for all to see.
We do the exhaustive work it takes to keep clean our garages
Then afterwards we hit the spa for hot tubs and body massages.
….Ah yes, nothing like a good garage poem to help you rise up from writer’s block….enjoy!