Nothing Was Written

A link in time

a lost poet's mind

the pen is death

the margin a grain

so little, so lost

a poor spirit entertains

a crisp walk

an ample glow

a telling time

for one to know

a tree, the aftermath

of a lost poet's mind

a path so meticulously 

has ceased to align 

no enormous faith

no gestures of a dream

poor lost poet's mind

play on again,scream

run rampant in words forest

caressing the scenes

have yet to redeem

a pen, a poet 

and a lost 

little dream

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

"Words forest" .....
Who hasn't written ourselves into a piece
Yet can't write our way out...
Absolutely maddening

[Holly Mason]

maddening it is...
thank you very much

[Distant horizons]

Oh, I can relate to this. Haven't completely lost my mind, but it's definitely at the checkout waiting to be served. :-)

[Holly Mason]

thank you I take mine over easy*)

[Distant horizons]

:-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

lost in that forest we try to write our way out, towards some fleeting dream that seems to be in the clearing...but is it really?

and wow "poor" is accurate..both literally and figuratively...in those lines i think you mean "poet's mind" possessive..

and yes, we have all to yet.."redeem"---but that will happen eventually.

[Holly Mason]

Happy aster fine sir
thank you corrections in place*)
thank you for reading much

[Firestone Feinberg]

This has a penetrating sadness. It is almost like a shadow. Delicate. A thing of lace, I think. --David

[Holly Mason]

Your words are very kind
thank you much

[A. H. Pinley]

Do our words help people grow in character? I believe they do. Our words can be like a seed that with a little sunlight and watering can grow into a massive tree that will draw people to find shelter under. Great writer Holly!

[Holly Mason]

thank you fine sir-Happy Easter