//mypoeticside.com/

Accidental Poet

A Poem That Sleeps

A Poem That Sleeps

 

Waiting so patiently

Within the confines of my heart

Adrift in emotional limbo

Sits a poem that needs a start

 

Words temporarily misplaced

Subject matter of none

My mind is blank

No thoughts, not even one

 

Emptiness, zip, zero

Zilch, nada, nil

A dictionary packed cover to cover

And such a void to fill

 

Hands on the clock

Seemingly in slow motion

My lyrical wheels refusing to turn

Must push to start a commotion

 

Make a noise somehow

To stir the slumber it keeps

For a blank page awaits

A poem that sleeps

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2011