writers block

Written by: Blythe Journey

Waiting
For the ready
pains of labor 
For the juicy 
ripening of that peach
Poking and prodding
At vacancy
It won't be forced
Knocking on the cold
Door of a hollow house
Staring in at 
Still and silence
There is no pulling 
the sun up in the night
Clocks tick and time 
Is not our own 
Hearts breath
Words to poetry
Maybe another day