Waiting For Words: A Poem

Hi there! I couldn’t really think what to write today, and so this strange sort of creation happened, which I hope you enjoy.still-life-851328_1280.jpg

My thoughts drift, as obscure as fog,

Running listlessly across a

Collection of blank pages,

Open ended and crafted

From unfulfilled potential,

Waiting for a break of sunlight

To etch ink across the faded leaves,

Cream in this new-awakened dawn.

Pen is held, quivering with


Until a single tear falls,

Blotting the perfection, and


As if this was the first drop of a tidal wave,

The words come swarming down, scattered

Haphazardly, from somewhere unknown

Above the clouds;

And it is simply my job

To order them as they come,

And hope for the best.

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