Monica Engeler Poems
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A Blank Page
When I look down at a blank page,
I see only white paper and no marks
It waits for my pen to create something
Like a poem or drawing in its final stage.
It’s an adventure waiting to be born.
There are so many ideas to design,
But how to start is always the hard part.
Slowly my pencil scribbles some forms.
Those lines just danced round and round.
This time my views weren’t made of words
But of a sketch of beautiful snow mountains,
With cows and goats marching the grounds.
When I finally finished my illustration,
I framed it, and hung it in ...
Good By My Friend
Where has time gone?
I wish I knew.
The years are very few.
There is just too much to do.
Time can't efface the past.
I hope the hurt won't last.
Words remain locked in me.