Blank parchment

dotted ink letters

tapping keys, pelt down

every moment, crisp sound

If only it would write 

what I want it to say.

End, stops stain the page

black words

nothing of interest

as it's not what I want to hear.

Reviews

[Nobody.]

writers block or just the frustration of being an artist and not being ready to spit the harder and deeper thoughts on the page? Either way...I understand. Sometimes it's a b***h to take ink and create anything like the poetry whirling in our minds. It's like standing in the stream and trying to catch little fish with bare hands. the thoughts squirm away too easily. another enjoyable read my friend.
cheers!