frustration
this bloody unfeeling object
refuses to co-operate
aura changes colour display to
frustrated, tongue-tied.
beyond the pen, blank pages mock
the author, the emotions that
surface & ripple. without a shoreline
on which to land, the words float
through endless gray seas.
the silky feel of words
………..sliding………………………………..
just
out
of
reach
leaves a pit
in my stomach, as if hunger
is an acceptable solution.
bella
27/11/2009 at 14:27 //
i feel your emotions, yes i do. sometimes, i walk away from the staring blank page feeling the same way. but sometimes, i hear her calling me gently to come over and spill.
xo