LinkedIn

03 July, 2009

EMPTY SPACES OF A POEM (TO MY DAUGHTER SHAMIKA): RAY X. JOHNSON

I have restlessly sat
in the midst of night
scribbling on blank pieces
of paper, consumed in thoughts
of you; Attempting to compose
a poem reflective of us
seeking out/those defining
words of depth/that speak
to the very essence
of our existence -- a part of Me
which has with no rest whatsoever/
reigned havoc
on my conscious. . .
penetrating my soul deeply;
What mere words -- if there be any
can truly fill/those empty
spaces of our lives.


1 comment:

pehpot said...

what a nice poem to describe writer's block :)

Make or Break