Clock Echo Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I sat down
Without any reason at all
Clearing seeds sown
Poem that would make its call
The silences to ring
Into the pool of emptiness
So the words would again sing
Its thoughts caress

Bright stars to collide
In to the deep astray gone
Thoughts of inspiration hide
Nowhere for now for none
Shadows in black numbers
Each on a blank page
A line to none such slumbers
Carrying empty wage

Ring incredible thought
From inside these walls
Out to the open brought
Though none for moment's calls
Stale in its empty pool
Light of a clearing down
Emptiness freshness fuel
Each encouragement out of town