Noon time, sun is high
Deep inside I try
To find the poetry
Lingering in me
My words are dull
I break my skull
Just to find
What I have to write
Nothing comes 
But gentle hums
My heart is quiet
Plain life & death
This minute is bare
From laughs and tears
It's peaceful as sea
Art is a bit wee
Nothing to do
Got no clue
Then came a thought
Provoked by a yawn
Better to slumber
And be a gentle dreamer