Blank Pages
I often wonder
Does your waste bin
Ever truly overflow
With the countless
Crumpled corpses
Like mine does daily
Mid drafts of
Discarded would be
Poems
Mine always seems
To do just that these days
I wonder
Do you anguish
Over blank desolate and
Desperate sheets
While your coffee grows
Cold
And ever more
Despondent
While
Once bright memories
Fog opaquely
I wonder
Do you ever consider
Throwing in the towel
Or surrendering
Gracefully to me
The knowing would
Indeed be
A fine thing and most
Worthy of at least
A senryu surely…....