On a mountain I want to cry
Searching for words to supply
Words that uplift or upend
I aim to try, find them by and by
Pen poised to paper I pretend
I have vast thought to append
Come noon no words yet to construe
Down this craggy end, I descend
I jot the only thing that’s true
These mountainous words to pursue
Try as I might the words won’t spill
Evening comes through, with words still due
My mind as blank as the moment still
Waxing poetic instead on this blank bill
I realized I no longer needed to try
And the mountain ill, became a mole hill!
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Lynn at dVerse prompts us with a “summit in sight”. My usually loquacious muse was drawing a blank with this, so I went with that as theme. And in a loose Monotetraiyet form.
Raivenne-lations 
You’ve captured writer’s block perfectly. And your rhyme scheme is fantastic! I had to stop a moment just to admire it.
Love the turn from seeing words with a mountain of anxiety to a mole hill ~ Perhaps simplicity is the answer ~ I must say this is a unique take on the prompt ~
I loved the rhyming scheme in this piece. It really allow the poem to flow.
Sometimes the harder we try, the harder it is to get “inspired”…other times it just flows. Like your rhymes in this one!
Nice way to turn the block into the muse with a bit of alchemical skill! Also, I love your custom blog background!
Brilliant use of the form in this. And dragging your muse kicking and screaming will get you back on track, trust me.
Lovely write!!