A Writer’s Woe

Oh blank page, how I worship thee

Stare whisper wonder – Curse

Type, click-clacking keys

Deleted – Erased

Oh blank page.

Try with pencil, try with ink

Still, that cursor continues to blink

Try again, clack-clicking keys.

The words sprout like

an unruly garden – flower’d

Wait for trimming – prune the prose prune the purpose

Oh blank page, how I loathe thee

Words in my mind, words on the page

Still that cursor blinks, still the writer thinks

The cursor moves – steady in its motion back to home

Oh blank page, how you torture me.