Kurt Ravidas Poet Sonnet

Emptiness

Once in a while my brainpan looks alike
a hackney carriage full of hackneyed clichés
and tired words. In times like this, my psych
advised the psycho to unharness wishes,
to burn the carriage down, to make love
to the imaginary charioteer
and, having smoothly closed the above
gestalt, to go for a walk. Oh, dear,
how silent and empty are the streets!
My head is silent and empty either.
This emptiness miraculously treats
a writer’s block. I feel how formless ether
morphs into words again to give a birth
to the entire world and this small verse.

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Caren Krutsinger April 17, 2019 at 1:17 AM Your brainpan seems to never let you down, or else you have been hiding these poems for years, waiting for this site. Kurt Ravidas April 17, 2019 at 9:11 AM My brainpan does) Thank you, Caren.

David Mchattie April 7, 2019 at 4:26 PM If poetry was easy. everyone would do it. Nice poem on something we all face. Kurt Ravidas April 7, 2019 at 4:43 PM Thank you for your words of approval. By the way, this is the first comment I have here. I won't forget this)