Our poetry group’s theme for this week was stone. I couldn’t find any inspiration, even though I’d been given this stone heart last weekend.
This is what I hurriedly came up with at the last minute:
Like a millstone round my neck
a rolling poem was gathering no moss
my muse decidedly stony-faced
couldn’t cast the first word
just a stone’s throw away
I was stonewalled
stone cold sober.
Would it come easily
if I was stoned?
Ruth's Reflections 
I’m fascinated by the number of puns or double-meanings or idioms or contradictions which can be be attributed to just one word in English, as you have demonstrated with stone! At least the language itself can be inspiring when the muse fails. What’s more, you have communicated your frustration successfully. Well done!
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Thank you Anne!
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