In my thinking bubble

Like a westerly wind that gently bellows and blows my enthusiasm for inspiration comes and goes
What I will write about well nobody knows as I create my rhyming of verse and prose

Unleashed threads and shreds from amidst an imagination can conjure colourful curious characters 
that come to life in illustration
Creativity and craftmanship is a superability to entertain and amuse others within an accomplishment of one’s own capability

Yet just like that westerly wind that veers it’s direction and leaves a stillness of serenity with an air of pure perfection 
I am lost in stalemate in a pensiveness of pondering 
staring at a blank sheet of paper 
in my thinking bubble just wondering