Stranded Words
nothing came to me today
not a word
not a scent
nothing new or exotic
nothing old or worn
no lonely lingering feeling
flooding over the paper
no sad tormented wave
washing up letters
nor the nervous restless tide
threatening to make my pen flow over
nor a hopeless floundering metaphor
for me to save.
© Gry W Christensen
Copyright © Gry Christensen | Year Posted 2014
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