I wish I could write on a different subject.... :(
Now they are mere words
without poetry
Now they are mere words
staring back at me
Now they sit there
refusing to move
Just black ink on paper
without emotions
Now they are mere words
without poetry
Inspiration, it seems
has forsaken me
Leaving me with
mere words.... syllables
vowels....consonants....
rigid and cold as instructions
© 2011 Sonya Florentino
Image by Kenneth Rowley
http://www.flickr.com/photos/pyogenes_gruffer/4650400193/
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