I am out of practice
my mind is blank
the words are missing
hidden in my brain
I haven’t written
shared my thoughts
without the practice
my flow is dusty
I hear the creaks and crackles
as I grasp for thoughts
search for metaphors
and interesting words
As I start to write
the hinges loosen
they start to come slowly
a little faster each day
Shaggers Picchu's Blog 
Then I guess the solution is to keep on writing. I know I’m a fan of your words, rusty or not.
I love how this piece seems to build with intensity. Nice work trying your hand at poetry, again!
I wish I could write poetry that’s as honest and smart as this. It’s so great and even just using the word “great” feels wrong. It’s more than that but from a fellow sliver, I was just like, YES! This slice is so great to read this morning!
I know the feeling. Just gotta work those muscles out!
Your blog back drop and your writing had me imagining a treasure chest slowly opening and words floating upwards.