My Pen
my mind is blank
the pen is writing nothing
I have covered the left and right flank
where is the beauty I’m hoping
close my eyes and let go
trying to let the white and blue lines
excite my mind
remember how the pen used to flow
has my life stopped or is it just behind
thinking of all the poets
and when their minds hit the wall
what is that they create
could be spring, summer, winter or fall
or could be nothing at all
but this morning
the pen is writing
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