Blank
white page,
waiting for the muse.
Suddenly, she quickly flies
in the window sometimes straight,
sometimes on an angle, and the ideas
race like wildfire across the plains
of my imagination as I pluck
the right words to tame
the moment, before it
goes, taking with it
the life, the zing,
before returning
once again to
blank.
I really like this and how you handled the prompt! :) God bless you as you keep 'em coming!
ReplyDeleteLove how you structured your words into an arrow shape. The blank page is a bitch but a blank mind is even worse. (talking about mine here) xo
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