Writers Block

A thousand words with nothing to say

State of un-poetry

They fall like bricks

Dull, lacking flow

Monotonous is the dormant mind

Awaiting a hurricane brainstorm

To throw back the blanket of stifling symmetry

Emtpy-headed

A whirlwind of lethargy

So starving for words

Nothing but notebook

Black ink blue ink graphite blood

Page-sweeping janitors

Creativity clean-up crew

Nothing

Nothing but blue line blue line red line ladder

Expanse of white

Crisp, it rips like snow crunch under boot

White falling out of white

Blossoming beauty

Nothing from nothing

A poem