Round Robin

I was put on the spot.
"First up," she said
without guidance
or inspiration; my brain
ponders the possibilities
and proves to be empty.

I have to submit something.
So, I stumble through
this poem and try
to give it meat even though
vegetables were suggested.
And, I fail miserably.

I find that writing does not help.
No ideas spring to life;
no juicy morsels fall
to my plate. I did, however
create eighteen lines
of pure, unadulterated
drivel. Thank you, Nan!