Crossword Poem by Bonnie Shipman

A maze of black and white emptiness
Fills me with a sense of craziness.
Empty spaces are waiting to be filled-
With words finely ground and milled.
Do I speak first, or should you?
We already filled silences with shoes
Thrown, with cross words scratched down-
One: stupid, Two: liar, Three: clown.
Crosswords are only paper- rip ours up
Put your new words, kind ones, in my cup;
We'll share a cup of tea in kindness.
Cross words fade... they aren't timeless.