Chris Boskovski Poet Free verse

I Write

I write, I write
but nothing seems to come to mind.
I write, I write,
the scenes that depict love.
I write, I write,
but still I am not satisfied
and the women cry, why?
I write and I write,
Till the crack of dawn,
till the wolf howls to the silver moon,
till the sun peaks over the mountains,
till I walk the lone road,
with a smile on my face
I write and I write,
but still nothing comes to mind.

-11-1-2013-

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Robin Davis November 11, 2013 at 5:06 PM Chris Writers block is a pain to deal with. But once it goes away, watch out. You write and write till your brain is fried. LOL Hugs

Sherese Gooden November 2, 2013 at 6:30 PM Lonely state of affairs, I find .. when the words won't come. Love the repetition. Sherese