"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Dry Spell

Words where are you
I sat down to write but you left me
Scratching my head uninspired

I should have drank a glass of wine
And written amongst the bubbles
Becoming inebriated with my own creativity

But instead I am in this dry spell
With a blank page in front of me
As animated as someone composing a grocery list


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