When the Paper Keeps Its White

in #poetry6 years ago


You can't write
You hold the fountain pen and nothing comes out
Under the bludgeons of poor inspiration your paper is totally empty, unlike your mind...

It's bright whitish color seems all of a sudden so frosting and dark
The paper is now denying to provide the very need it has once sparked

Blight its white
Smite it with all your might


I usually have that same problem, though, I believe, the best antidote is just to read some poetry. Great post and reflection @lior4!

Thanks for the nice comment!

You're welcome! I see that we have kind of the same interests...poetry, programming and music. So please take a visit to my own blog, maybe there are a few things that could interest you. Cheers!

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