blank verse…….by……duncan bristow

my mind is in no mood for writing,
yet still a pen pierces my hand….
and paper in need of requiting,
lies empty, the colour of bland….

and so with my pen flowing freely,
this blank space these lines will now till….
and from them an echo climbs swiftly,
the next page is waiting for fill…..
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