The inspiration has left me again
Now I’m just alone and depressed.
I am bored with nothing to do
But play with this ribbon, a teal-like blue.
It marks the pages I have yet to write in
Dark green lines stretching from margin to margin
At some point I will fill you with random poems like this
When that day comes on my shelf you will sit
With other notebooks like you sitting side by side
Until you all fill a bookshelf sky high.
Thank you, plaid green notebook, for giving me something to do
For giving me a reason to write in you.