Blank page

Is it possible for the well to run dry

To have said, everything there was to say

and have no ink let to spill?

The blank page torments me

beckons for words, for art

It wants to be written

rewritten

not unclaimed

by words you have to say

yet my mind runs blank

Like a canvas, with no art

nothing spilled from the heart.

A writer’s life…

the worst part

When the well runs dry

write about ….

not writing on blank pages~

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s