The blank pages lay sobbing
Crying to be filled
They stare at me
Beckoning me with their whiteness
Write they cry at me
Crease our corners.
But I'm busy, my heads in foreign places
In cliffs of white and snow.
The pages weep as I put them away
Whispering they'll have their day
They rustle at me, cutting my fingers
As the darkness takes hold.
A cool breeze wafts across my face
Caressing me, reminding me where I am
The smell of snow fills my nostrils
As I look out across the valley
It calls out to me like blank pages
Begging me to write on it and give it life
I relent gabbing my board and set off
Carving letters on its pages, making it speak
As the blank pages cry out
Don't abandon us
Don't make us wait till winters end
Write on us instead, we'll be here waiting
Waiting till all you've done melts to nothing
And you have to write and write
Filling our pages until our curse strikes
And your writer's block descends once again
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Poems in the Dark
PoetryShort exploratory poetry.. and some fun. Feelings, Questions. Statements. NOW Includes A new form of poetry I spend hours and days designing and developing. I call it "Twiin Poetry" or a "Twiin Poem" Its two poems that can be read a...
