My Next Poem...

Deep in my heart chamber a question arose,
My next write will be a parody or prose?
Still contemplating, no vivid thoughts have yet occurred,
Writing a line only to strike it off, poet in me is lately blurred.
Out of the blue, some ideas concocted, 
Vanished and hazed out before they could be scripted.
I looked at the moon and the stars for an answer and hoped  to recall my lost scheme,
They left me in the lurch and faded surreptitiously like
Casty vapours and steam.
I looked at the blooming shields covering those fragile buds tenaciously,
They overlooked me when I haulted So ruthlessly.

Hither and thither I kept wandering like a scattered pile of husk,
Dozed and woke up with my lost thoughts until it was dusk,
I catechized myself constantly while relishing my dessert,
An instant spark ignited that left me bedazzled as with my inner poet, it concurred.
It clicked with a tick and some calibration,
My thoughts were lost due to overthinking paralysing the whole situation.
Before I had a clear intent as to where I am heading,
A deep slumber overhauled me , disconnecting me from my poetic setting. 
With the onset of dawn, all the  bewilderness was gone,
“My Next Poem”as  -title-seemed spot on...