rose

What is the story of a creamy white rose,
left in a gravel parking lot,
wilted yet not brown?


undated --charleston, evening or early morning... on my way to take a walk on the beach. Must have been early spring, in the all day parking lot at Isle of Palms. I was inspired to wonder about this flower.
Was it the remnant of a romance lost, or the litter of a casual fling?

blocked

Having trouble putting pen to paper lately, especially today.
What is it that i suddenly have what could easily be inspiration, but no words?
That my desire to write is met with blank paper? Even my usually random and somewhat innocuous ramblings are non existent...