Empty spaces
blank white pages
searching for syntax
seeking sentences
looking under rocks
for pieces of poetry
Empty spaces
grasping at straws
this war of words
writers block
is a hard closed fist
covered by empty spaces.
Empty spaces
blank white pages
searching for syntax
seeking sentences
looking under rocks
for pieces of poetry
Empty spaces
grasping at straws
this war of words
writers block
is a hard closed fist
covered by empty spaces.
Barren white landscape
walking in drifts of snow
beneath my feet is ice
wind whipped hair
chapped natural crimson lips
cracked hands covered by cotton gloves
winter’s envelope touches the sky
empty branches nothing grows
in the ice cold snow
except Winter Blues.