Hoping for Good Bricks

My mind seems blank, poem-wise,

Though some might disagree on that limitation.

It has been almost a year

With perhaps a week or so of missed words.

I know they don’t run out;

The scroll in my head seems

To keep going as long as my fingers hold out.

My theory is there is no such thing as

Writers block, you just have to be willing

To write crap now and then.

The hardest part is deciding the part’s that aren't.

I've not, for the sake of the experiment,

Chosen to spend much time on that

To see what came out over the year.

It’s been good for me so far

And contrary to the original year-long intention

I will leave it opened and go past tomorrow.

Thanks to all who have been reading.

I hope there hasn't been too many clinkers,

Which I believe refers to bad bricks.