Just A Blank Page In Front Of Me Poem by David Harris
Just A Blank Page In Front Of Me
I sit here at my desk
trying to figure out a line to write,
inspiration seems to have deserted me tonight.
I hear no strings of love;
feel no emotions deep,
just a blank paper in front of me.
Each word I write seems to stop there,
no further words follow.
I’m in despair.
What happed to the happy words I want to write,
the feelings I want to express?
Gone I’m afraid for tonight.
Let us hope they return
at tomorrows dawning light.
WELL you wrote this beauty or at least the page is not blank that I'm looking at so you're doing fine, as usual.........no one or at least few, feel like or get inspiration everyday.....this is excellent for one feeling kinda 'blank'. love, marci.xo [and at least you could get into this site, that in itself the last 3 days is a miracle]
WELL! For someone who claims his words have deserted him - - you have done a pretty good joy of praising a blank page. I loved it, because I sure have been there a time or two in my life! Good Job...Granddad!
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4/24/2024 11:02:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lost for words my friend, the lady`s cry it is not so... I never argue with the ladys david...10