Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Sit, and wait for the words to come
Blank is my mind
like the bright white of a clean sheet of printer paper
Empty
of thoughts
of words
of feeling
of action or reaction
opinion or observation
And yet, the rhythm of those unspoken
unwritten
unthought-of words
courses through my entire being,
like a train speeding down endless miles of railroad track to the
rhythm of its own engine
Where the words have gone - I don't know.
But I take comfort in knowing that the poem will be waiting
when I find them.
Blank is my mind
like the bright white of a clean sheet of printer paper
Empty
of thoughts
of words
of feeling
of action or reaction
opinion or observation
And yet, the rhythm of those unspoken
unwritten
unthought-of words
courses through my entire being,
like a train speeding down endless miles of railroad track to the
rhythm of its own engine
Where the words have gone - I don't know.
But I take comfort in knowing that the poem will be waiting
when I find them.
// posted by Nina @ 9:03 PM 
