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…....
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Author:
Neville (
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Neville,
Well...
your pen certainly filled this page!
Blank page...no more!
I truly enjoyed the read!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Not at all.. thank you my friend.. sometimes my pen demonstrates to me who is boss 🙂 N
Uncrumple the corpse
Nothing there to fear my friend
A senryu lives on
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Unwritten yet known
Treasures evading capture
Sensed by me alone
???
upon my word.. you have such a way with them and true..
And yes, now you've filled this page!
Answer: Erm, nope. I economise on rubbish. Never throw out a poem. Are they THAT good?! heehee.
Dunno
Probably I am good - now got to go and eat humble pie. Got too big for me boots!
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I write all mine on screen although I do gather ideas and word associations which come to me from time to time in a notebook. Anyway this worked out pretty darn good.
ah.. a man of technology as well as taste... good to see
Like Michael, mine are written on screen except when I am in the Coffee Bar where I write them in a notebook ready to type out.
I do have a file on the computer called 'Ideas for Poems' where I have started poems and not completed them, I migh soon have to get an external drive to kep them on.
maybe you should both form a cult
We probably have with the many discussions we have.
That which flows
Effortlessly flows
Let it flow
That I find is the sincerest form of writing
thank you Suresh...
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