This was a poem submission for my Poetry Course at UW-Madison (Independent Study) 1996 (revised 2025)
Loneliness is a frozen pen The emptiness of a tabula rasa While lying in the dark All of my thoughts come and go in the night, and the memories of the past I recite poetry in the night, No tabula rasa no frozen pen Too lazy to document these thoughts I am wrought as I go over and over again These thoughts I live in my mind Then I drift into dream, this conception into this alternate world I whiz My hand shaking grasping a frozen pen Blood drips on the white page Like the thoughts pouring out from this sage It's the liquid poetry in my soul "Deja Vu!" I cry, I've been here before It's dark and cold with no door "Wake Up!" says the alarm clock (It's still dark in the room with the drapes drawn) Lying there, these thoughts before me and the dawn Not a dream but now part of my memories As I reach for my frozen pen and jot down these dreams It's time to get up and get about Some thoughts I leave behind To deal with another day in another reverie The loneliness of a white page creeps into our lives At times.....thoughts awaiting the writer The voyeur of dreams....to jot them down And now the past is in its place After an all night chase of line and reason Of rhyme and scheming....lying there again This tabula rasa and my woozy reveries
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