Empty Thoughts

i found solace too often

in penning poems 

i found peace in placing words on 

a plain white screen with the 

tap tap tap of happy key strokes 

leaving a trail of black print

like the footsteps of a fox at night 

marking its hungry journey across 

a field of freshly fallen snow 

yet these days 

the page of delightful promise 

remains devoid of thought 

and the words are left flying in the 

ether of elusive nowhere 

refusing to be caught 

by the net of my imagination 

for the benefit or otherwise of readers 

of poetry