Sue Mason Poet Free verse

Virgin Paper Ii

Spreading whiteness before my eeys
waiting for letters,
letters making words
making syllabic riffs.

Empty page reflects blankness
of a mind's vocation:
No Thinking Allowed ...
to no purpose.  Its time to trade
this page for prose.

Unamused muse empty now
in an 8 x 11 world
of stark, bright wood pulp
pressed flat as my brain.

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Doris Culverhouse September 11, 2009 at 10:27 AM so many possiblities!!

Wilfredo Derequito September 4, 2009 at 10:53 AM Soup mail, please?

John Freeman August 15, 2009 at 11:41 AM Oh my Sue, having poet's cramps, or crams, I thought do did quit well, Lol Enjoyed the read, witty performance, Sincerely Moses

Carol Sunshine Brown August 15, 2009 at 9:28 AM Loving this Sue. I missed some of the excellent poetry written and posted here yesterday. I am enjoying reading them this morning. Thank you for sharing yours. Thank you for all your comments. Love, Carol

Wilfredo Derequito August 15, 2009 at 7:22 AM You seem to be describing me in this piece, Sue, and if you are you can't be more correct. A dried up well, a musician that can't play a note...more harmless than a eunuch! And yeah, pressed flat as my useless brain! Any prescription? LOL Fred

Carrie Richards August 14, 2009 at 3:04 PM Sometimes that piece of 8/11 white, seems to be glaring back at me!! Love the last line of this!!

August 14, 2009 at 2:45 PM I can really relate to this one. Loved the last stanza. Creative use of imagery. What an interesting slant on the challenges of writing. Good one!!!! Karen

Carolyn Devonshire August 14, 2009 at 1:58 PM Don't fret, Sue, we all stare at that empty page from time to time. And there's no harm trying a bit of prose. When I stare at paper, I get little inspiration. I find my inspiration when I raise my head and look around. Very true depiction of writer's block! You scored big time for me with this write. Love, Carolyn