Between Being And Ceasing To Do So Poem by Jackie Chou

Like a pendulum I swing,
Refusing to write a thing.

Dewdrops shimmer on spring leaves;
Fresh nosebleed on my white sleeves.

Swirling winds gossip through trees;
Clouds form dust bunny menageries.

Cherry blossoms the color of antipsychotics;
I find myself a bit apathetic.

Don't want to write about your hair,
Though for you I truly care.

That would return me to verbosity,
Which I try not to be.

Still deciding, whether to write,
Or to keep the blank pages white.