My big fear was realized today
In this hump in the week called Wednesday
What twinkled as bright as the milky way
Has fizzled and run off far away
That fear is I have nothing to say
Not that I said much yesterday
But If writing were my financial mainstay
This void in my head would be a day void of pay
I wonder did this happened to Hemingway
This drought – a thought holiday
I hold a glimmer of hope that come Thursday
I’ll have something consequential to convey
…so check back
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September 7, 2016~ <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/twinkle/”>Twinkle</a>